OCaptainMyCaptain范例.ppt

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“O Captain! My Captain” Walt Whitman O Captain! My Captain! is a metaphor poem written in 1865 by Walt Whitman, about the death of American president Abraham Lincoln Lincoln’s Death He was assassinated on April 14, 1865, only five days after the end of the Civil War. It was the first murder of a president in the history of the United States. The Captain of the Nation Walt Whitman, a famous American poet, wrote this poem about Abraham Lincoln shortly after his assassination. Whitman wanted to capture the sense of tragedy that suddenly overwhelmed the nation. The 1989 film Dead Poets Society makes repeated references to the poem, especially when English teacher John Keating (Robin Williams) tells his students that they may call him O Captain! My Captain!. At the end of the film, the students show their support to the recently-dismissed Keating in defiance against the schools headmaster, by calling the phrase in the classroom. The ship spoken of is intended to represent the United States of America, while its fearful trip recalls the troubles of the American Civil War. The poem O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather‘d every rack(安渡所有风暴), the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting(欢呼), While follow eyes the steady keel(船), the vessel (船) grim and daring(庄严勇敢): But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck (甲板) 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(旌旗招展)—for you the bugle trills(号角长鸣); For you bouquets and ribbon‘d wreaths(花束花环)—for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; O 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

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