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.

Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Clothed in sorrow's dark array,--
Days of absence, I am weary;
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Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Clothed in sorrow's dark array,--
Days of absence, I am weary;
She I love is far 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 and death are the same--only that in death there is no suffering.

Absence and death are the same--only that in death there is no suffering.

Achilles absent, was Achilles still.

Achilles absent, was Achilles still.

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.

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!

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?

The absent are like children, helpless to defend themselves.

The absent are like children, helpless to defend themselves.