Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Many workmen
Built a huge ball of masonry
Upon a mountain-top.
Then they went to the valley below,
And turned to behold their work.
”It is grand,” they said;
They loved the thing.

Of a sudden, it moved:
It came upon them swiftly;
It crushed them all to blood.
But some had opportunity to squeal.

1. Two or three angels
2. Love walked alone
3. "It was wrong to do this," said the angel
4. The ocean said to me once
5. In the night

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