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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!
The absent are never without fault, nor the present without excuse.
The absent are never without fault, nor the present without excuse.
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.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Isle of Beauty, Fare thee well!
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Isle of Beauty, Fare thee well!
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.
The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.
'Tis said that absence conquers love;
But oh! believe it not
I've tried, alas! its power to read more
'Tis said that absence conquers love;
But oh! believe it not
I've tried, alas! its power to prove,
But thou art not forgot.
Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire.
Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire.
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?
