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Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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Agreement; harmony; conformity; compliance.

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And Maurice amongst the hay lies still

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A.E. Housman·1859–1936
My mother thinks us long away;*Tis time the field were mown. She had two sons at rising day,To-night she’ll be alone. “And here’s a bloody hand to shake,And oh, man, here’s good-bye;We'll sweat no more on scythe and rake,My bloody hands and I.13