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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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noun

A coming to; the act of acceding and becoming joined

a king's accession to a confederacy

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Those acts that swelled the cheeks of Fame.

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Andrew Marvell·1621–1678
Much other groves," say they, " than these, And other hills, him once did please. Through groves of pikes he thundered then,^And mountains raised of dying men.I For all the civic garlands due./' ^ To him, our branches are but few ; 70 ^ Nor are our trunks enough to bear: The trophies of one fertile year." 6 2 I ) ANDREW MARVELL, 'Tis true, ye trees, nor ever spokeMore certain oracles in oak ;But peace, if you his favour prize !That courage its own praises flies :Therefore to your obscurer seatsFrom his own brightness he retreats ;Nor he the hills, without the groves,Nor height, but with retirement, loves. 80 - 5 —