Poem by Stephen Crane

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Once there was a man --
Oh, so wise!
In all drink
He detected the bitter,
And in all touch
He found the sting.
At last he cried thus:
”There is nothing --
No life,
No joy,
No pain --
There is nothing save opinion,
And opinion be damned.”

1. "Think as I think," said a man
2. A spirit sped
3. Many workmen
4. To the maiden
5. On the horizon the peaks assembled

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