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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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To finish successfully.

She worked hard to accomplish her goals before the deadline.

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THE CARPENTER'S SON

28 lines
A.E. Housman·1859–1936
Here the hangman stops his cart:Now the best of friends must part.Fare you well, for ill fare I:Live, lads, and I will die." "Oh, at home had I but stayed'Prenticed to my father's trade,Had I stuck to plane and adze,I had not been lost, my lads." "Then I might have built perhapsGallows-trees for other chaps,Never dangled on my own,Had I but left ill alone." "Now, you see, they hang me high,And the people passing byStop to shake their fists and curse;So 'tis come from ill to worse." "Here hang I, and right and leftTwo poor fellows hang for theft:All the same's the luck we prove,Though the midmost hangs for love." "Comrades all, that stand and gaze,Walk henceforth in other ways;See my neck and save your own:Comrades all, leave ill alone." "Make some day a decent end,Shrewder fellows than your friend.Fare you well, for ill fare I:Live, lads, and I will die."