With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence--o'er and o'er again
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With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence--o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!

In the hope to meet
Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.

In the hope to meet
Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.

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?

Absence from whom we love is worse than death.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death.

Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear - not absence of fear

Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear - not absence of fear

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 - that common cure of love.

Absence - that common cure of love.

Absence, that common cure of love.

Absence, that common cure of love.

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.]