Stephenson's Graded Classical Poems
And all night they hunted
And nothing could they and,
But a hare in a turnip field
And that they left behind.
The first said it was a hare,
The second he said, nay;
The third said it was a calf,
And the cow had run away.
And all day they hunted,
And nothing could they find,
But an owl in a holly-tree,
And that they left behind.
The first said it was an owl,
The second he said, nay;
The third said twas an old man,
And his beard was growing gray.
Author Unknown
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!
Wilt Whitman, an unique American author and poet, has out- stripped all contemporaries in his great lyric tribute to Lin-
coln. This poem should be read in every school room in the
land until every head should bow in sacred appreciation of
our country's sacrifice upon the altar of Freedom.
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
This ship has weathered every rack, the prize we
sought is won.
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all
exulting.
While follows 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.
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