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!

They are good that are away.

They are good that are away.

Achilles absent, was Achilles still.

Achilles absent, was Achilles still.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

Absence, that common cure of love.

Absence, that common cure of love.

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.

For with G.D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to
speak it profanely) to be present read more

For with G.D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to
speak it profanely) to be present with the Lord.

Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.

Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.