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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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Have in the chymist that Boris had.

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
hen Boris’ head was blown with trouble,This man pricked the bubble; For Boris, loath to take to his bed, To the cunning chymist took his head; But Boris’ heart knocked louder and louder,As chymist mixed him the green powder,And he shook it, and he shook it,