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林肯;斯皮尔伯格;胡玫;喜;孔子哭颜回;孔子见南子;丧家狗之说;一个满口大实话的老天真;Its nightmare. The ships moved by some terrible power, at q terrific speed. Though its imperceptible in the darkness. I have an intuition that we are headed towards a shore. No one else seems to be aboard the vessel and Im kindly aware of my aloneness......;Oh Captain！My Captain Oh Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done, The ship has weatherd 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 Oh heart! heart! heart! Oh the bleeding drops of red! Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. Oh 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 ribbond wreaths-for you the shores crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turing; Here, Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck Youve 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 anchord safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult, Oh shores! and ring, Oh bells! But I,with mournful tread, Walk the deck my captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. ;Thank You ！