What can this poem teach us about heroes?Īlthough, on the surface, “O Captain! My Captain!” depicts the death of a ship’s captain, it uses an extended metaphor to describe Lincoln’s passing and its effect on his supporters.How do Whitman’s poetic devices help convey the speaker’s emotions and message?.How does this poem relate to the events of its time?.With malice toward none with charity for all with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in to bind up the nation’s wounds to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow, and his orphan - to do all which may achieve and cherish a just, and a lasting peace, among ourselves, and with all nations.Essential Questions for “O Captain! My Captain!” Yet, if God wills that it continue, until all the wealth piled by the bond-man’s two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until every drop of blood drawn with the lash, shall be paid by another drawn with the sword, as was said f three thousand years ago, so still it must be said “the judgments of the Lord, are true and righteous altogether” “Woe unto the world because of offences! for it must needs be that offences come but woe to that man by whom the offence cometh!” If we shall suppose that American Slavery is one of those offences which, in the providence of God, must needs come, but which, having continued through His appointed time, He now wills to remove, and that He gives to both North and South, this terrible war, as the woe due to those by whom the offence came, shall we discern therein any departure from those divine attributes which the believers in a Living God always ascribe to Him? Fondly do we hope - fervently do we pray - that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. The prayers of both could not be answered that of neither has been answered fully. It may seem strange that any men should dare to ask a just God’s assistance in wringing their bread from the sweat of other men’s faces but let us judge not that we be not judged. Both read the same Bible, and pray to the same God and each invokes His aid against the other. Each looked for an easier triumph, and a result less fundamental and astounding. Neither anticipated that the cause of the conflict might cease with, or even before, the conflict itself should cease. Neither party expected for the war, the magnitude, or the duration, which it has already attained. To strengthen, perpetuate, and extend this interest was the object for which the insurgents would rend the Union, even by war while the government claimed no right to do more than to restrict the territorial enlargement of it. All knew that this interest was, somehow, the cause of the war. These slaves constituted a peculiar and powerful interest. One eighth of the whole population were colored slaves, not distributed generally over the Union, but localized in the Southern part of it. Both parties deprecated war but one of them would make war rather than let the nation survive and the other would accept war rather than let it perish. While the inaugeral address was being delivered from this place, devoted altogether to saving the Union without war, insurgent agents were in the city seeking to destroy it without war - seeking to dissole the Union, and divide effects, by negotiation. On the occasion corresponding to this four years ago, all thoughts were anxiously directed to an impending civil-war. The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done įrom fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills įor you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding įor you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done
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