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And oft the pangs of absence to remove
By letters, soft interpreters of love.
And oft the pangs of absence to remove
By letters, soft interpreters of love.
Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear,
Unite division, and draw distance near;
Their magic force each silent read more
Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear,
Unite division, and draw distance near;
Their magic force each silent wish conveys,
And wafts embodied though, a thousand ways:
Could souls to bodies write, death's pow'r were mean,
For minds could then meet minds with heav'n between.
I will touch
My mouth unto the leaves, caressingly;
And so wilt thou. Thus, from these lips read more
I will touch
My mouth unto the leaves, caressingly;
And so wilt thou. Thus, from these lips of mine
My message will go kissingly to thine,
With more than Fancy's load of luxury,
And prove a true love-letter.
Thy letter sent to prove me,
Inflicts no sense of wrong;
No longer wilt thou love me,--
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Thy letter sent to prove me,
Inflicts no sense of wrong;
No longer wilt thou love me,--
Thy letter, though is long.
Messenger of sympathy and love,
Servant of parted friends,
Consoler of the lonely,
Bond read more
Messenger of sympathy and love,
Servant of parted friends,
Consoler of the lonely,
Bond of the scattered family,
Enlarger of the common life.
And he wrote in the king Ahasuerus' name, and sealed it with the
king's ring, and sent letters by read more
And he wrote in the king Ahasuerus' name, and sealed it with the
king's ring, and sent letters by posts on horseback, and riders
on mules, camels, and young dromedaries: . . . .
So the posts that rode upon mules and camels went out, being
hastened and pressed on by the king's commandment. And the
decrees was given at Shushan the palace.
Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no
good.
Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no
good.
(He) put that which was most material in the postscript.
(He) put that which was most material in the postscript.
A strange volume of real life in the daily packet of the postman.
Eternal love and instant payment!
A strange volume of real life in the daily packet of the postman.
Eternal love and instant payment!