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 absent are like children, helpless to defend themselves.

The absent are like children, helpless to defend themselves.

Achilles absent, was Achilles still.

Achilles absent, was Achilles still.

For I verily, absent in body, but present in spirit, have judged
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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, . . .

Absence is to love what wind is to a fire; it puts out the little, it kindles the great.

Absence is to love what wind is to a fire; it puts out the little, it kindles the great.

Condemned whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more.

Condemned whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more.

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?

The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.

The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.

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.