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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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In an accidental manner; by chance, unexpectedly.

He discovered penicillin largely accidentally.

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TO THE NIGHTINGALE.

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John Milton·1608–1674
Nightingale that on yon bloomy sprayWarblest at eve, when all the woods are still,Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill,While the jolly Hours lead on propitious May.Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day, 5First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill,Portend success in love. O, if Jove's willHave linked that amorous power to thy soft lay,Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hateForetell my hopeless doom, in some grove nigh; 10As thou from year to year hast sung too lateFor my relief, yet hadst no reason why.Whether the Muse or Love called thee his mate,Both them I serve, and of their train am I.