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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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But yet beware!” he cried.

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
tidy citizen was he, Though I am sure a daffy one.“See this one pose and pout for meAnd march around magnificently,And I am touched, my son. “Observe how ripe the lady’s lips, How Titianesque the mop of hair;