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Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream.
And I seek then in vain by the meadow read more
Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream.
And I seek then in vain by the meadow and stream.
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?
In the hope to meet
Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
In the hope to meet
Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
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.
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!
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.
It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a read more
It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a firmer outline and then cease to change.
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee;
Still to my read more
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee;
Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.