Absence from whom we love is worse than death.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death.

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?

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent read more

The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent friends.

No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.

No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.

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

They are good that are away.

They are good that are away.

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,

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.