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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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adverb

In an accidental manner; by chance, unexpectedly.

He discovered penicillin largely accidentally.

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SYMPHONY IN YELLOW

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Oscar Wilde·1854–1900·Aestheticism
N omnibus across the bridgeCrawls like a yellow butterflyAnd, here and there, a passer-byShows like a little restless midge. Big barges full of yellow hayAre moored against the shadowy wharf,And, like a yellow silken scarf,The thick fog hangs along the quay. The yellow leaves begin to fadeAnd flutter from the Temple elms,And at my feet the pale green ThamesLies like a rod of rippled jade.