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,

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What read more

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!

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; every little absence is an age.

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; every little absence is an age.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

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!

The absent are never without fault, nor the present without excuse.

The absent are never without fault, nor the present without excuse.

They are good that are away.

They are good that are away.

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.

For with G.D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to
speak it profanely) to be present read more

For with G.D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to
speak it profanely) to be present with the Lord.