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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

A coming to; the act of acceding and becoming joined

“a king's accession to a confederacy”

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VIRTUE.

28 lines
Samuel Taylor Coleridge·1772–1834
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weet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,The bridal of the earth and sky,The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and braveBids the rash gazer wipe his eyeThy root is ever in its grave,And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,A box, where sweets compacted lieMy music shews, ye have your closes,And all must die. THE BOSOM SIN:A SONNET BY GEORGE HERBERT. Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round,Parents first season us; then schoolmastersDeliver us to laws; they send us boundTo rules of reason, holy messengers,Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin,Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes,Fine nets and stratagems to catch us in,Bibles laid open, millions of surprises;Blessings beforehand, ties of gratefulness,The sound of Glory ringing in our earsWithout, our shame; within, our consciences;Angels and grace, eternal hopes and fears.Yet all these fences and their whole arrayOne cunning bosom-sin blows quite away.
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