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 successful man has thrust himself
2. If I should cast off this tattered coat
3. Ay, workman, make me a dream
4. Supposing that I should have the courage
5. Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground

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