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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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adverb

in a way that is correct and exact; without error

She measured the ingredients accurately to ensure the cake turned out perfectly.

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Then the bird was still.

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A.E. Housman·1859–1936
hen my soul within meTook up the blackbird’s strain,And still beside the horsesAlong the dewy laneIt sang the song again: ‘Lie down, lie down, young yeoman’The sun moves always west;