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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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So must Bread too ; but since there are enough

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Sir Philip Sidney·1554–1586
orn to the Drudgery, what need we plough ? Women enjoy'd (whate'er before t' have been)Are like Romances read, or Sights once seen ;Fruition's dull, and spoils the Play much more,Than if one read or knew the Plot before ;Tis Expectation makes a Blessing dear,Heaven were not Heaven if we knew what it were. And as in Prospects we are there pleased mostWhere something keeps the Eye from being lost,And leaves us Room to guess ; so here RestraintHolds up Delight that with Excess would faint.They who know all the Wealth they have are poor,He's only rich that cannot tell his Store. Another of the Same,against Fruition Fl£ upon Hearts that burn with mutual Fire :I hate two Minds that breathe but one Desire :Were I to curse th' unhallowed sort of Men,I'd wish them to love and be lov'd again.Love's a Camelion, that lives on mere Air ;And surfeits when it comes to grosser Fare :16