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In the hope to meet
Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
In the hope to meet
Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as
the wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire.
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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.]
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.
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?
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.
It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a read more
It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a firmer outline and then cease to change.
I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.
I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.
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 heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent read more
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent friends.