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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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And no man knew. And ever since the lords

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ave foughten like wild beasts among themselves, So that the realm has gone to wrack: but now,_ This year, when Merlin (for his hour had come)Brought Arthur forth, and set him in the hall,Proclaiming, “‘Here is Uther’s heir, your king,”A hundred voices cried, “Away with him! No king of ours! a son of Gorlois he, Or else the child of Anton, and no king, Or else baseborn.”” Yet Merlin thro’ his craft,And while the people clamour’d for a king,Had Arthur crown’d; but after, the great lordsBanded, and so brake out in open war.’