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. Upon the road of my life
2. A man toiled on a burning road
3. The successful man has thrust himself
4. Supposing that I should have the courage
5. When the prophet, a complacent fat man

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