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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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Telling the truth or giving a true result; exact; not defective or faulty

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XIII. ADDRESSED TO HAYDON.

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John Keats·1795–1821·Romanticism
ighmindedness, a jealousy for good,A loving-kindness for the great man's fame,Dwells here and there with people of no name,In noisome alley, and in pathless wood:And where we think the truth least understood,Oft may be found a "singleness of aim,"That ought to frighten into hooded shameA money mong'ring, pitiable brood.How glorious this affection for the causeOf stedfast genius, toiling gallantly!What when a stout unbending champion awesEnvy, and Malice to their native sty?Unnumber'd souls breathe out a still applause,Proud to behold him in his country's eye.