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  • Today's Homework
    Complete: Thematic essay final due Friday, February 17, 2017

    Rehearse: "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening" or "O Captain! My Captain!" to recite/present/perform in front of the class March 6-10, 2017.
    Posted Feb 13, 2017, 1:11 PM by Jonathan Rice
  • Current Poems
    "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"
    By Robert Frost

    Whose woods these are I think I know.
    His house is in the village, though;
    He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow.

    My little horse must think it queer  
    To stop without a farmhouse near
    Between the woods and frozen lake
    The darkest evening of the year.

    He gives his harness bells a shake
    To ask if there is some mistake.
    The only other sounds the sweep
    Of easy wind and downy flake.

    The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.

    "O Captain! My Captain!"
    By Walt Whitman
    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.
    Posted Feb 15, 2017, 5:53 AM by Jonathan Rice
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