Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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There was set before me a mighty hill,
And long days I climbed
Through regions of snow.
When I had before me the summit-view,
It seemed that my labour
Had been to see gardens
Lying at impossible distances.

1. The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds
2. A slant of sun on dull brown walls
3. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night
4. Tell brave deeds of war
5. If there is a witness to my little life

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