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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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How did Boris get to court?

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
y a conveyance of a sort,Hardly wood, hardly steel,Beetle’s wing, snail’s wheel—Sprawled upon the chymist’s bedBoris lay an hour like dead,