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

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

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!

I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.

I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.

I dote on his very absence.

I dote on his very absence.

They are good that are away.

They are good that are away.

Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body
came to be called in question by read more

Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body
came to be called in question by it.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

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!

There is one pain I often feel, which you will never know. It is caused by the absence of you.

There is one pain I often feel, which you will never know. It is caused by the absence of you.