With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence--o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, read more

With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence--o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!

Among the defects of the bill [Lord Derby's] which are numerous,
one provision is conspicuous by its presence and read more

Among the defects of the bill [Lord Derby's] which are numerous,
one provision is conspicuous by its presence and another by its
absence.

Absence is to love what wind is to a fire; it puts out the little, it kindles the great.

Absence is to love what wind is to a fire; it puts out the little, it kindles the great.

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What read more

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!

Is not absence death to those who love?

Is not absence death to those who love?

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!

But when he (man) shall have been taken from sight, he quickly
goes also out of mind.
[Lat., read more

But when he (man) shall have been taken from sight, he quickly
goes also out of mind.
[Lat., Cum autem sublatus fuerit ab oculis, etiam cito transit a
mente.]

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.]

For there's nae luck about the house;
There's nae luck at aw;
There's little pleasure in the read more

For there's nae luck about the house;
There's nae luck at aw;
There's little pleasure in the house
When our gudeman's awa.
- William Julius Mickle,