O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd 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 ribbon'd 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 anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes 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.
哦,船长,我的船长!我们险恶的航程已经告终,
我们的船安渡过惊涛骇浪,我们寻求的奖赏已赢得手中。
港口已经不远,钟声我已听见,万千人众在欢呼呐喊,
目迎着我们的船从容返航,我们的船威严而且勇敢。
可是,心啊!心啊!心啊!哦,殷红的血滴流泻,在甲板上,那里躺着我的船长,他已倒下,已死去,已冷却。
哦,船长,我的船长!起来吧,请听听这钟声,
起来,——旌旗,为你招展——号角,为你长鸣。
为你,岸上挤满了人群——为你,无数花束、彩带、花环。
为你熙攘的群众在呼唤,转动着多少殷切的脸。
这里,船长!亲爱的父亲!你头颅下边是我的手臂!这是甲板上的一场梦啊,你已倒下,已死去,已冷却。
我们的船长不作回答,他的双唇惨白、寂静,
我的父亲不能感觉我的手臂,他已没有脉搏、没有生命,
我们的船已安全抛锚碇泊,航行已完成,已告终,
胜利的船从险恶的旅途归来,我们寻求的已赢得手中。
欢呼,哦,海岸!轰鸣,哦,洪钟!可是,我却轻移悲伤的步履,在甲板上,那里躺着我的船长,他已倒下,已死去,已冷却。
https://zh.wikipedia.org/wiki/哦%EF%BC%8C船长%EF%BC%8C我的船长
听友215931896
吾IN不惑
着急呢,不能正常播放
英诗三百首 回复 @吾IN不惑:
哦,还真不知道会这样呢