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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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Remorse.

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge·1772–1834
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_b_) Anything but this { crash of water-drops{ [*noise*]{ scoffingAt broken measure { [*mocking*] intervals--Their discontinuous, interruptive sound{ These{ [*With*] dull abortive &c. MS. III erased. Affixed to variant (a) of l. 12 '--this at all events is the finalresult of this correction.' _S. T. C._ [13] A hellish pit! O God--'tis that I dreamt of! Corr. in MS. III: Ahellish pit! The very same I dreamt of! Remorse. [Affixed to 13] 'You mean like the dream presented to my mind when underthe influence of the night-mare. This is most ludicrously expressed.' C.Ll[oyd] [16] I swear that I saw something Remorse. [18] In the stage-direction the last four words are omitted Remorse. [19] Drips] Drops Remorse. [Between 19 and 31.] _Isidore._ A jest to laugh at!It was not that which scar'd me, good my lord. _Ordonio._ What scar'd you, then? _Isidore._ You see that little rift?But first permit me![_Lights his torch at ORDONIO'S, and whilelighting it._(A lighted torch in the handIs no unpleasant object here--one's breathFloats round the flame, and makes as many coloursAs the thin clouds that travel near the moon.)You see that crevice there?My torch extinguished by these water drops,And marking that the moonlight came from thence,I stept in to it, meaning to sit there;But scarcely had I measured twenty paces--My body bending forward, yea, o'erbalancedAlmost beyond recoil, on the dim brinkOf a hugh chasm I stept. The shadowy moonshineFilling the void so counterfeited substance,That my foot hung aslant adown the edge.Was it my own fear?Fear too hath its instincts!(And yet such dens as these are wildly told of,And there are beings that live, yet not for the eye)An arm of frost above and from behind mePluck'd up and snatched me backward. Merciful Heaven!You smile! alas, even smiles look ghastly here!My lord, I pray you, go yourself and view it.
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