Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
”It is futile,” I said,
”You can never -”

”You lie,” he cried,
And ran on.

1. "Have you ever made a just man?"
2. A little ink more or less!
3. There was set before me a mighty hill
4. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night
5. I have heard the sunset song of the birches

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