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I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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In an accidental manner; by chance, unexpectedly.

He discovered penicillin largely accidentally.

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XXVII

32 lines
A.E. Housman·1859–1936
Is my team ploughing,That I was used to driveAnd hear the harness jingleWhen I was man alive?" Ay, the horses trample,The harness jingles now;No change though you lie underThe land you used to plough. "Is football playingAlong the river shore,With lads to chase the leather,Now I stand up no more?" Ay, the ball is flying,The lads play heart and soul;The goal stands up, the keeperStands up to keep the goal. "Is my girl happy,That I thought hard to leave,And has she tired of weepingAs she lies down at eve?" Ay, she lies down lightly,She lies not down to weep:Your girl is well contented.Be still, my lad, and sleep. "Is my friend hearty,Now I am thin and pine,And has he found to sleep inA better bed than mine?" Yes, lad, I lie easy,I lie as lads would choose;I cheer a dead man's sweetheart,Never ask me whose.