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No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.
No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.
Cassius and Brutus were the more distinguished for that very
circumstance that their portraits were absent.
[Lat., Praefulgebant read more
Cassius and Brutus were the more distinguished for that very
circumstance that their portraits were absent.
[Lat., Praefulgebant Cassius atque Brutus eo ipso, quod effigies
eorum non videbantur.]
Sometimes I need what only you can provide - your absence.
Sometimes I need what only you can provide - your absence.
With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence--o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, read more
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!
Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as
the wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire.
[Fr., read more
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.]
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!
For there's nae luck about the house;
There's nae luck at aw;
There's little pleasure in the read more
For there's nae luck about the house;
There's nae luck at aw;
There's little pleasure in the house
When our gudeman's awa.
- William Julius Mickle,
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?
