Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Charity thou art a lie,
A toy of women,
A pleasure of certain men.
In the presence of justice,
Lo, the walls of the temple
Are visible
Through thy form of sudden shadows.

1. If I should cast off this tattered coat
2. The successful man has thrust himself
3. Ay, workman, make me a dream
4. Supposing that I should have the courage
5. There was set before me a mighty hill

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