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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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Flossie Cabanis

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Edgar Lee Masters·1868–1950
rom Bindle’s opera house in the villageTo Broadway is a great step.But I tried to take it, my ambition firedWhen sixteen years of age,Seeing “East Lynne,” played here in the villageBy Ralph Barrett, the comingRomantic actor, who enthralled my soul.True, I trailed back home, a broken failure,When Ralph disappeared in New York,Leaving me alone in the city—But life broke him also.In all this place of silenceThere are no kindred spirits.How I wish Duse could stand amid the pathosOf these quiet fieldsAnd read these words.