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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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A.E. Housman·1859–1936
t nods and curtseys and recoversWhen the wind blows above,The nettle on the graves of loversThat hanged themselves for love. The nettle nods, the wind blows over,The man, he does not move,The lover of the grave, the loverThat hanged himself for love.