O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done! The ship has weathered every wrack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting.
Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.william shakespeare
Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.Act V, scene 5, line 51.
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