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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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Mannahatta a-march--and it's O to sing it well!

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Walt Whitman·1819–1892
nd the sturdy artillery,The guns bright as gold, the work for giants, to serve well the guns,Unlimber them! (no more as the past forty years for salutes forcourtesies merely,Put in something now besides powder and wadding.) And you lady of ships, you Mannahatta,Old matron of this proud, friendly, turbulent city,Often in peace and wealth you were pensive or covertly frown'd amidall your children,But now you smile with joy exulting old Mannahatta.