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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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(usually a mass noun) Lodging in a dwelling or similar living quarters afforded to travellers in hotels or on cruise ships, or prisoners, etc.

“Writers often choose accommodation when discussing complex ideas.”

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XXII

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A.E. Housman·1859–1936
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he street sounds to the soldiers' tread,And out we troop to see:A single redcoat turns his head,He turns and looks at me. My man, from sky to sky's so far,We never crossed before;Such leagues apart the world's ends are,We're like to meet no more; What thoughts at heart have you and IWe cannot stop to tell;But dead or living, drunk or dry,Soldier, I wish you well.
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