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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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AN ARMY CORPS ON THE MARCH.

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Walt Whitman·1819–1892
ith its cloud of skirmishers in advance,With now the sound of a single shot snapping like a whip, and now anirregular volley,The swarming ranks press on and on, the dense brigades press on,Glittering dimly, toiling under the sun--the dust-cover'd men,In columns rise and fall to the undulations of the ground,With artillery interspers'd--the wheels rumble, the horses sweat,As the army corps advances.