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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

(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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For a Book by Thomas Hardy

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Edwin Arlington Robinson·1869–1935
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ith searching feet, through dark circuitous ways,I plunged and stumbled; round me, far and near,Quaint hordes of eyeless phantoms did appear,Twisting and turning in a bootless chase, --When, like an exile given by God's graceTo feel once more a human atmosphere,I caught the world's first murmur, large and clear,Flung from a singing river's endless race. Then, through a magic twilight from below,I heard its grand sad song as in a dream:Life's wild infinity of mirth and woeIt sang me; and, with many a changing gleam,Across the music of its onward flowI saw the cottage lights of Wessex beam.
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