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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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noun

Agreement; harmony; conformity; compliance.

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The outlet; then into their eyes alone

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Percy Bysshe Shelley·1792–1822·Romanticism
hey wept aloud, and little Anselm mine,Said--'twas my youngest, dearest little one,-- _35"What ails thee, father? Why look so at thine?" In all that day, and all the following night,I wept not, nor replied; but when to shineUpon the world, not us, came forth the light Of the new sun, and thwart my prison thrown _40Gleamed through its narrow chink, a doleful sight,'Three faces, each the reflex of my own,