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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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(usually a mass noun) Lodging in a dwelling or similar living quarters afforded to travellers in hotels or on cruise ships, or prisoners, etc.

Writers often choose accommodation when discussing complex ideas.

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ho cannot hate, can love not; if he grieve,His tears are barren as the unfruitful rainThat rears no harvest from the green sea's plain,And as thorns crackling this man's laugh is vain.Nor can belief touch, kindle, smite, reprieveHis heart who has not heart to disbelieve.