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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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XXXII

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ut you, most perfect in your hate and love,Our great twin-spirited brethren; you that standHead by head glittering, hand made fast in hand,And underfoot the fang-drawn worm that stroveTo wound you living; from so far above,Look love, not scorn, on ours that was your land.