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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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Peace

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George Herbert·1593–1633
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weet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave,Let me once know.I sought thee in a secret cave,And ask'd, if Peace were there,A hollow wind did seem to answer, No:Go seek elsewhere. I did; and going did a rainbow note:Surely, thought I,This is the lace of Peace's coat:I will search out the matter.But while I looked the clouds immediatelyDid break and scatter. Then went I to a garden and did spyA gallant flower,The crown-imperial: Sure, said I,Peace at the root must dwell.But when I digged, I saw a worm devourWhat showed so well. At length I met a rev'rend good old man;Whom when for Peace I did demand, he thus began:There was a Prince of oldAt Salem dwelt, who lived with good increaseOf flock and fold. He sweetly lived; yet sweetness did not saveHis life from foes.But after death out of his graveThere sprang twelve stalks of wheat;Which many wond'ring at, got some of thoseTo plant and set. It prospered strangely, and did soon disperseThrough all the earth:For they that taste it do rehearseThat virtue lies therein;A secret virtue, bringing peace and mirthBy flight of sin. Take of this grain, which in my garden grows,And grows for you;Make bread of it: and that reposeAnd peace, which ev'ry whereWith so much earnestness you do pursue,Is only there.
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