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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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John Keats·1795–1821·Romanticism
St. Agnes! Ah! it is St. Agnes' Eve--Yet men will murder upon holy days:Thou must hold water in a witch's sieve, 120And be liege-lord of all the Elves and Fays,To venture so: it fills me with amazeTo see thee, Porphyro!--St. Agnes' Eve!God's help! my lady fair the conjuror playsThis very night: good angels her deceive!But let me laugh awhile, I've mickle time to grieve."