I see great things in baseball. It's our game - the American game.
Oh captain my captain
Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.
Do you guess I have some intricate purpose? Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has.
The real war will never get in the books.
Give me the splendid, silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.