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. A spirit sped
2. On the horizon the peaks assembled
3. The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds
4. The ocean said to me once
5. Walking in the sky

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