Story of Abraham Lincoln - M. A. Hamilton |
This easy-to-read biography of Abraham Lincoln is perfect for grammar and middle school students. It is short but detailed enough to give inspiring insights into Lincoln's character so that his heroism during the terrible years of the Civil War can be fully appreciated. The book covers many important events from his childhood and recounts the long political career that eventually led to the White house. The final chapters deal with his leadership during America's greatest trial, and show how his firm conviction, honesty, and perseverance sustained him during our nation's critical hour. |
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 FOR THE FIRST TIME HE SAW NEGROES BEING SCOURGED. |
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O Captain! My Captain
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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. by Walt Whitman |
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