17.My Captain does not answer，his lips are pale and still
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        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......（本文共 492 字）     [閱讀本文] >>