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LIKE as the culver on the bared bough, Sits mourning for the absence of her mate, And in her songs sends many a wishful vow For his return that seems to linger late; So I, alone now left, disconsolate, Mourn to myself the absence of my love; And wandering here and there all desolate, Seek, with my plaints, to match that mournful dove. Edmund Spenser. Though absent, present in desires they be; Our souls much further than our eyes can sec. Michael Drayton. Our two souls, therefore, which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion; Like gold to airy thinness beat. If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two; The soul, the fixt foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if th' other do. And though it in the centre sit, Yet when the other far doth roam, It leans and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like th' other foot, obliquely run: Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun.
Dr. John Donne. It is as if a night should shade noon-day, Or that the sun was here, but forced away; And we were left, under that hemisphere, Where we must feel it dark for half a year. Ben Jonson. Short absence hurt him more, And made his wound far greater than before; Absence not long enough to root out quite All love, increases love at second sight. Thomas May's Henry II.
I do not doubt his love, but I could wish
Robert Mead's Comfort of Love and Friendship
O tell him I have sat these three long hours,
Bertram, Bertram !
How sweet it is to tell the list'ning night
The thoughts of other days are rushing on me,
Not to understand a treasure's worth
The limner's art may trace the absent feature,
But oh! the scenes 'mid which they met and parted,
The thoughts-the recollections sweet and bitter, Th' Elysian dreams of lovers, when they loved, Who shall restore them?
Less lovely are the fugitive clouds of eve, And not more vanishing.
Long did his wife, Suckling her babe, her only one, look out The way he went at parting,-but he came not! Rogers's Italy. There as she sought repose, her sorrowing heart Recall'd her absent love with bitter sighs; Regret had deeply fix'd the poison'd dart, Which ever rankling in her bosom lies: In vain she seeks to close her weary eyes, Those eyes still swim incessantly in tears, Hope in her cheerless bosom fading dies, Distracted by a thousand cruel fears, While banish'd from his love for ever she appears. Mrs. Tighe's Psyche.
As slow our ship her foamy track
Oh! couldst thou but know Goldsmith's Traveller. With what a deep devotedness of woe
ABSENTEES- ABSTINENCE - ACCIDENT-ACCLAMATIONS.
I wept thy absence, o'er and o'er again
A boat at midnight sent alone
lute, whose leading chord is gone, A wounded bird, that hath but one Imperfect wing to soar upon,
Are like what I am, without thee!
Moore's Loves of the Angels. Against diseases here the strongest fence 'Tis scarcely
Is the defensive virtue abstinence.
Tvo hours since ye departed: two long hours
Byron's Cain. Wives, in their husbands' absence, grow subtler, And daughters sometimes run off with the butler. Byron's Don Juan.
Absent many a year
A few short months-though short, they must be
Without thy dear society; but yet
We must endure it, and our love will be
When from land and home receding,
Miss Gould's Poems.
Call thou me home! from thee apart
Within thine own heart holds its seat,
Oh! call me home.
The honours of the turf as all our own.
We yet retain
Some small pre-eminence; we justly boast
Shaks. Meas. for Meas. Yet in abstinence in things we must profess Which nature fram'd for need, not for excess. Brown's Pastorals.
If we consider accident,
Sir William Davenant's Cruel Brother.
Shaks. Winter Tale
It is a note
Of upstart greatness to observe and watch
Of acclamation, doubtless signs of joys
Sir John Beaumont