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All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee read more
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee to me.
For with G.D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to
speak it profanely) to be present read more
For with G.D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to
speak it profanely) to be present with the Lord.
Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream.
And I seek then in vain by the meadow read more
Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream.
And I seek then in vain by the meadow and stream.
Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as
the wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire.
[Fr., read more
Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as
the wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire.
[Fr., L'absence diminue les mediocres passions et augmente les
grandes, comme le vent eteint les bougies et allume le feu.]
There is one pain I often feel, which you will never know. It is caused by the absence of you.
There is one pain I often feel, which you will never know. It is caused by the absence of you.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Isle of Beauty, Fare thee well!
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Isle of Beauty, Fare thee well!
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!
A DEEP-SWORN VOW
Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet read more
A DEEP-SWORN VOW
Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.
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.