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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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No curse has fallen on us till we cease

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T.S. Eliot·1888–1965·modernist literature
o help each other. You, if you are. falseTo that first fellowship, lay on the curse.But write now to the Spaniard : briefly sayThat I, your father, came; that you obeyed