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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

(usually a mass noun) Lodging in a dwelling or similar living quarters afforded to travellers in hotels or on cruise ships, or prisoners, etc.

Writers often choose accommodation when discussing complex ideas.

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William Blake·1757–1827·Romanticism
love the pleasant cot,I love the innocent bower, "Where white and brown is our lot.Or fruit in the mid-day hour. I love the oaken seat Beneath the oaken tree,Where all the old villagers meet.