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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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Lord Byron·1788–1824·Romanticism
hilde Harold was he hight:[22]--but whence his name[p]And lineage long, it suits me not to say;Suffice it, that perchance they were of fame,And had been glorious in another day:But one sad losel soils a name for ay,[23]However mighty in the olden time;Nor all that heralds rake from coffined clay,Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,[q]Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.