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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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LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING.

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge·1772–1834
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heard a thousand blended notes,While in a grove I sate reclined,In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughtsBring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did nature linkThe human soul that through me ran;And much it griev’d my heart to thinkWhat man has made of man. Through primrose-tufts, in that sweet bower,The periwinkle trail’d its wreathes;And ’tis my faith that every flowerEnjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp’d and play’d:Their thoughts I cannot measure,But the least motion which they made,It seem’d a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan,To catch the breezy air;And I must think, do all I can,That there was pleasure there. If I these thoughts may not prevent,If such be of my creed the plan,Have I not reason to lamentWhat man has made of man?
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