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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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JCTII

16 lines
Andrew Marvell·1621–1678
ut much it to our work would add^If here your hand, your face, we had:By it we would our Lady touch ;Yet thus she you resembles much.Some of your features, aa we sewed.Through every shrioe should be beatowed,And in one beauty we would takeEnough A thousand Sitiats to make. And (for I dare not quench the fireThat me docs for your good inspire)'Twere sacrilege a iiian to admitTo holy chlDge for heaven fit.I s&e the angela in a crowoOn you the lilies ehoweriog down ;And round about you gtory breaks,That BomeThing mote than iuiinan spealta