The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.

The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
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How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!

Ever absent, ever near;
Still I see thee, still I hear;
Yet I cannot reach thee, dear!

Ever absent, ever near;
Still I see thee, still I hear;
Yet I cannot reach thee, dear!

Let no one be willing to speak ill of the absent.
[Lat., Absenti nemo ne nocuisse velit.]

Let no one be willing to speak ill of the absent.
[Lat., Absenti nemo ne nocuisse velit.]

All days are nights to see till I see thee,
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All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee to me.

Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee;
Still to my read more

Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee;
Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.

Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body
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Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body
came to be called in question by it.

The absent are never without fault, nor the present without excuse.

The absent are never without fault, nor the present without excuse.

What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
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What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
How shall I charm the interval that lowers
Between this time and that sweet time of grace?