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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.
Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Clothed in sorrow's dark array,--
Days of absence, I am weary;
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Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Clothed in sorrow's dark array,--
Days of absence, I am weary;
She I love is far away.
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.
When there is pain, there are no words. All pain is the same.
When there is pain, there are no words. All pain is the same.
Pain is weakness leaving the body.
Pain is weakness leaving the body.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death.
Pain and pleasure, like light and darkness, succeed each other.
Pain and pleasure, like light and darkness, succeed each other.
The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body.
The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
