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O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red,Where on the deck my Captain lies,
The Boston Tea Party
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
Stamp Act
The incense is very expensive
Proclamation of 1763
Thats weird
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,
You cannot settle past this mountain
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
After a night's rest at the Inn Tokubei and Zenta wake up in the bamboo forest outside the Inn. And they assume they have been drugged and robbed.
The Quartering Act
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
You must let us stay here
They lied we should get out of here it has only been one night.
They praise his the president/captain and state his death was mournful
Should I do it?
He's beginning to accept that he's dead. The ship reaches port safely. He realizes that they've completed their objective.
the crowd will celebrate the ship's triumphant return. The speaker, however, will mournfully walk the deck where his Captain died

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