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Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body
came to be called in question by read more
Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body
came to be called in question by it.
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,
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!
But when he (man) shall have been taken from sight, he quickly
goes also out of mind.
[Lat., read more
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.]
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.
When a man is out of sight, it is not too long before he is out of mind.
When a man is out of sight, it is not too long before he is out of mind.
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.
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.