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Absence from whom we love is worse than death.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death.
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!
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.]
But when he (man) shall have been taken from sight, he quickly
goes also out of mind.
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But when he (man) shall have been taken from sight, he quickly
goes also out of mind.
[Lat., Cum autem sublatus fuerit ab oculis, etiam cito transit a
mente.]
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.
Sometimes I need what only you can provide -- your absence.
Sometimes I need what only you can provide -- your absence.
Sometimes I need what only you can provide - your absence.
Sometimes I need what only you can provide - your absence.
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
I dote on his very absence.
I dote on his very absence.