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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

Agreement; harmony; conformity; compliance.

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And to-morrow we will all come home again.”

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
ut the Queen of Heaven on the other side of the road In the likeness, I hear, of a fine motherly woman Made a wry face, despite it was so common To be worsted by the smooth ladies of hell, And crisped her sweet tongue: ‘This never will come togood! Just an old woman, my pet, that wishes you well.” 30