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I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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In an accidental manner; by chance, unexpectedly.

He discovered penicillin largely accidentally.

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THE FIDDLER OF DOONEY

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W.B. Yeats·1865–1939·Symbolism
hen I play on my fiddle in Dooney,Folk dance like a wave of the sea;My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet,My brother in Moharabuiee. I passed my brother and cousin:They read in their books of prayer;I read in my book of songsI bought at the Sligo fair. When we come at the end of time,To Peter sitting in state,He will smile on the three old spirits,But call me first through the gate; For the good are always the merry,Save by an evil chance,And the merry love the fiddleAnd the merry love to dance: And when the folk there spy me,They will all come up to me,With 'Here is the fiddler of Dooney!'And dance like a wave of the sea.