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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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To make to agree or correspond; to suit one thing to another; to adjust.

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TO WILLIAM E. CHANNING

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow·1807–1882·Romanticism
he pages of thy book I read,And as I closed each one,My heart, responding, ever said,"Servant of God! well done!" Well done! Thy words are great and bold;At times they seem to me,Like Luther's, in the days of old,Half-battles for the free. Go on, until this land revokesThe old and chartered Lie,The feudal curse, whose whips and yokesInsult humanity. A voice is ever at thy sideSpeaking in tones of might,Like the prophetic voice, that criedTo John in Patmos, "Write!" Write! and tell out this bloody tale;Record this dire eclipse,This Day of Wrath, this Endless Wail,This dread Apocalypse!