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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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verb

To make to agree or correspond; to suit one thing to another; to adjust.

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After VER. 148 in the MS.--

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Alexander Pope·1688–1744
his Death decides, nor lets the blessing fallOn any one she hates, but on them all.Cursed chance! this only could afflict her more,If any part should wander to the poor.