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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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To make to agree or correspond; to suit one thing to another; to adjust.

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Lord Byron·1788–1824·Romanticism
’er vales that teem with fruits, romantic hills,(Oh that such hills upheld a free-born race !)Whereon to gaze the eye with joyaunce fills,Childe Harold wends through many a pleasantlace. Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase,And marvel men should quit their easy chair,The toilsome way, and long, long league to trace.Oh, there is sweetness in the mountain air And life, that bloated Ease can never hope to share.