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No balm in absence will effectual prove,
Sir Robert Howard.
Suckling. Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; And every little absence is an age.
Dryden. All flowers will droop in absence of the sun That waked their sweets.
Dryden. His friends beheld, and pitied him in vain, For what advice can ease a lover's pain? Absence, the best expedient they could find, Might save the fortune, if not spare the mind.
Dryden. Though I am forced thus to absent myself From all I love, I shall contrive some means, Some friendly intervals to visit thee. Southern. Condemn'd whole years in absence to deplore, And image charms he must behold no more.—Pope. In spring the fields, in autumn hills I rove; At morn the plains, at noon the shady grove; But Delia, always absent from her sight, Nor plains at morn, nor groves at noon delight.
Pope. Methinks I see thee straying on the beach, And asking of the surge that bathes thy foot If ever it has washed our distant shore Cowper. What tender strains of passion can impart The pangs of absence to an amorous heart? Far, far too faint the powers of language prove, Language, that slow interpreter of love! Souls paired like ours, like ours to union wrought, Converse by silent sympathy of thought.
There's not an hour
Maturin. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Moore. Think'st thou that I could bear to part From thee, and learn to halve my heart; Years have not seen, time shall not see, The hour that tears my soul from thee. Byron.
We must part awhile; A few short months—tho’ short, they will be long Without thy dear society: but yet We must endure it, and our love will be The fonder after parting-it will grow Intenser in our absence, and again Burn with a tender glow when I return.
James G. Percival.
Is filled with doubts and fears!
Thy months, long-lingering years. J. T. Watson.
ok hiee, anot seen, my soul front awhileli be long
His life is paralleled E’en with the stroke and line of his great justice; He doth with holy abstinence subdue That in himself, which he spurs on his power To qualify in others.
Yet in abstinence in things we must profess,
Against diseases here the strongest fence
Religious men, who hither must be sent
Clytorean streams the love of wine expel,
Pick out of mirth, like stones out of the ground,
Profaneness, filthiness, abusiveness;
Dryden. Such a minister as wind to fire, That adds an accidental fierceness To its natural fury.
GLADLY then he mixed
His speech was answered with a general noise
Sir John Beaumont.
Shakspere. The next I took to wife, O that I never had! fond wish too late, Was in the Vale of Sorec, Dalila, That specious monster, my accomplished snare.
Accomplishments were native to her mind,
Like precious pearls within a clasping shell,