Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

They are good that are away.

They are good that are away.

Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Clothed in sorrow's dark array,--
Days of absence, I am weary;
read more

Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Clothed in sorrow's dark array,--
Days of absence, I am weary;
She I love is far away.

'Presents,' I often say, 'endear absents.'

'Presents,' I often say, 'endear absents.'

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.

What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
read more

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?

For I verily, absent in body, but present in spirit, have judged
already, as though I were present, concerning read more

For I verily, absent in body, but present in spirit, have judged
already, as though I were present, concerning him that hath so
done this deed, . . .

Let no one be willing to speak ill of the absent.
[Lat., Absenti nemo ne nocuisse velit.]

Let no one be willing to speak ill of the absent.
[Lat., Absenti nemo ne nocuisse velit.]

Achilles absent, was Achilles still.

Achilles absent, was Achilles still.