Dead Poets Society
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Brief Introduction
O Caption! My Caption!
O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip the victor es in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Keating called on all ripped out of textbooks and appreciation of poetry provides that a judge and try to tell them the passion of youth and sweet poem. Precocious Neil crisp torn the page, cowardly, Todd torn off the page, carefully tear off the page Cameron neat.
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The First Class
The Second Class
Keating standing on the podium for the table so that everyone to the podium to see the world a vision, let them recite their poetry, so t
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