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- English Poetry. Robert Burns. There Was a Bonnie Lass. Роберт Бернс. «На свете девушка жила…»
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Behold, from the land of the farther suns. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There were many who went in huddled procession. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There was a man and a woman. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. The wayfarer. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I walked in a desert. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I stood upon a high place. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Edward Thomas. Snow. Эдвард Томас.
- English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. To Thomas Moore. Джордж Гордон Байрон. Томасу Муру
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Once there came a man. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. In the desert. Стивен Крейн. В пустыне
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Forth went the candid man. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Tradition, thou art for suckling children. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Ay, workman, make me a dream. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There was a land where lived no violets. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Once, I knew a fine song. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. If I should cast off this tattered coat. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A man feared that he might find an assassin. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. The successful man has thrust himself. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I stood musing in a black world. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A youth in apparel that glittered. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There came whisperings in the winds. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I met a seer. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Should the wide world roll away. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. If there is a witness to my little life. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Upon the road of my life. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. The trees in the garden rained flowers. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There was one I met upon the road. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. You tell me this is God?. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A spirit sped. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Tell brave deeds of war. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Two or three angels. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I was in the darkness. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. “Think as I think,” said a man. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. “Truth,” said a traveller. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Yes, I have a thousand tongues. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A man said to the universe. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Black riders came from the sea. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. On the horizon the peaks assembled. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A man toiled on a burning road. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. To the maiden. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Blustering God. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. On the desert. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There was crimson clash of war. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Mystic shadow, bending near me. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. In the night. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. The ocean said to me once. Стивен Крейн.
- English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I looked here. Стивен Крейн.
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