Meine Leidenschaft der Sprache verdanke ich mitunter W. Whitman und dem glorreichen Robbin Williams. Hier, ein Tribut. 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; 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. Vielen Dank, für zahlreiche, unbezahlbare Momente vor Leinwänden, Fernsehbildschirmen und dem Träumen danach. Der Club der toten Dichter Peter Pan Mrs. Doubtfire Hinter dem Horizont Goodwill hunting Patch Adams Jumanji Flubber Nachts im Museum Der 200 Jahre Mann Good Morning, Vietnam ... und viele weitere großartige Filme.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 09:32:35 +0000
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