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.

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?

For with G.D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to
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For with G.D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to
speak it profanely) to be present with the Lord.

Is not absence death to those who love?

Is not absence death to those who love?

Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.

Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.

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.

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

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

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; every little absence is an age.

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; every little absence is an age.

Achilles absent, was Achilles still.

Achilles absent, was Achilles still.