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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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adverb

In an accidental manner; by chance, unexpectedly.

He discovered penicillin largely accidentally.

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THE IVY-WIFE

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Thomas Hardy·1840–1928·naturalism
LONGED to love a full-boughed beechAnd be as high as he:I stretched an arm within his reach,And signalled unity.But with his drip he forced a breach,And tried to poison me. I gave the grasp of partnershipTo one of other race—A plane: he barked him strip by stripFrom upper bough to base;And me therewith; for gone my grip,My arms could not enlace. In new affection next I stroveTo coll an ash I saw,And he in trust received my love;Till with my soft green clawI cramped and bound him as I wove . . .Such was my love: ha-ha! By this I gained his strength and heightWithout his rivalry.But in my triumph I lost sightOf afterhaps. Soon he,Being bark-bound, flagged, snapped, fell outright,And in his fall felled me!