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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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(usually a mass noun) Lodging in a dwelling or similar living quarters afforded to travellers in hotels or on cruise ships, or prisoners, etc.

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IX.

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Lord Byron·1788–1824·Romanticism
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is head was leant upon his hand,His eye looked o'er the dark blue waterThat swiftly glides and gently swellsBetween the winding Dardanelles;But yet he saw nor sea nor strand,Nor even his Pacha's turbaned bandMix in the game of mimic slaughter,Careering cleave the folded felt[142]With sabre stroke right sharply dealt;Nor marked the javelin-darting crowd, 250Nor heard their Ollahs[143] wild and loud--He thought but of old Giaffir's daughter!
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