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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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adverb

in a way that is correct and exact; without error

She measured the ingredients accurately to ensure the cake turned out perfectly.

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XXXIV

8 lines
Andrew Marvell·1621–1678
ut the glad youth away her bears,And to the nuns bequeathes her tears,Who guiltily their prize bemoan,Lilce gipsies that a child have stol'o.Thenceforth (as, when the inchantment cbThe castle vanishes or rends)The wasting cloiwer, with the reet.Was, in one instant, dispOBBes&ed.