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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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The untranslatable refrain.

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
ot to these shores she came! this other Thrace,Environ barbarous to the royal Attic. How could her delicate dirge run democratic,Delivered in a boundless cloudless public placeTo a hypermuscular race ? I pernoctated with the Oxford students once,And in the quadrangles, in the cloisters, on the Cher, 13 Precociously knocked at antique doors ajar,Fatuously touched the hems of the Hierophants,