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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 and death are the same--only that in death there is no suffering.
Absence and death are the same--only that in death there is no suffering.
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,
Absence from whom we love is worse than death.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death.
Ever absent, ever near;
Still I see thee, still I hear;
Yet I cannot reach thee, dear!
Ever absent, ever near;
Still I see thee, still I hear;
Yet I cannot reach thee, dear!
No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.
No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.
I dote on his very absence.
I dote on his very absence.
Let no one be willing to speak ill of the absent.
[Lat., Absenti nemo ne nocuisse velit.]
Let no one be willing to speak ill of the absent.
[Lat., Absenti nemo ne nocuisse velit.]
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.