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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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The giving of credentials.

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4 Idylls of the King

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er own brood lost or dead, lent her fierce teat To human sucklings; and the children, housed In her foul den, there at their meat would growl, And mock their foster-mother on four feet, Till, straighten’d, they grew up to wolf-like men, Worse than the wolves. And King LeodogranGroan’d for the Roman legions here again,And Cezsar’s eagle: then his brother king,Urien, assail’d him: last a heathen horde, Reddening the sun with smoke and earth with blood,