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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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The Penny Whistle

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HE new moon hangs like an ivory bugleIn the naked frosty blue;And the ghylls of the forest, already blackenedBy Winter, are blackened anew. The brooks that cut up and increase the forest,As if they had never knownThe sun, are roaring with black hollow voicesBetwixt rage and a moan. But still the caravan-hut by the holliesLike a kingfisher gleams between:Round the mossed old hearths of the charcoal-burnersFirst primroses ask to be seen. The charcoal-burners are black, but their linenBlows white on the line;And white the letter the girl is readingUnder that crescent fine; And her brother who hides apart in a thicket,Slowly and surely playingOn a whistle an olden nursery melody,Says far more than I am saying.