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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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There the Master scrimps his haggard sempstress

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Alfred, Lord Tennyson·1809–1892
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here a single sordid attic holds the living and thedead. ' There the smouldering fire of fever creeps acrossthe rotted floor,And the crowded couch of incest in the warrens of the poor. Nay, your pardon, cry your ‘forward,’ yours arehope and youth, but I—Eighty winters leave the dog too lame to follow with the cry, Lame and old, and past his time, and passing nowinto the night ;Yet I would the rising race were half as eager for the light.
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