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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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Lara. And therefore won

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow·1807–1882·Romanticism
on C. Nay, not to be won at all!The only virtue that a Gypsy prizesIs chastity. That is her only virtue.Dearer than life she holds it. I rememberA Gypsy woman, a vile, shameless bawd,Whose craft was to betray the young and fair;And yet this woman was above all bribes.And when a noble lord, touched by her beauty,The wild and wizard beauty of her race,Offered her gold to be what she made others,She turned upon him, with a look of scorn,And smote him in the face!