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THE

ABSENCE.

1. THOUGH absent, present in desires they be;
Our souls much further than our eyes can see.

3.

BOOK OF QUOTATIONS.

2. Absence not long enough to root out quite All love, increases love at second sight.

Every moment
I'm from thy sight, the heart within my bosom
Moans like a tender infant in its cradle,
Whose nurse has left it.

4.

Of day or dreaming nights but I am with thee:
There's not a wind but whispers of thy name,
And not a flower that sleeps beneath the moon,
But in its hues or fragrance tells a tale
Of thee.

DRAYTON.

T. MAY.

OTWAY'S Venice Preserved. There's not an hour

PROCTOR'S Mirandola.

5. 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.

PATTISON.

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6. When I think of my own native land,
In a moment I seem to be there;
But alas! recollection at hand
Soon hurries me back to despair!

7. Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home.

10. Tho' fate, my girl, may bid us part,
The soul it cannot, cannot sever;
The heart will seek its kindred heart,
And cling to it as close as ever.
11. And canst thou think, because we part
Till some brief months have flown,
That absence e'er can change a heart
Which years have made thine own?

COWPER.

8. 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's Bride of Abydos.

9. Far I go where fate may lead me,
Far across the troubled deep;
Where no stranger's ear shall heed me,
Where no eye for me shall weep.

12. "Tis hard to be parted from those

THOMSON.

T. MOORE.

With whom we for ever could dwell;
But bitter indeed is the sorrow that flows,

When perhaps we are saying farewell—forever!

MRS. OPIE.

13. When absent from her whom my soul holds most dear,
What a medley of passions invade!

In this bosom what anguish, what hope, and what fear,
I endure for my beautiful maid!

BRAHAM.

14. When far from thee I bide,
In dreams still at thy side
I've talk'd to thee;
And when I woke, I sigh'd
Myself alone to see.

From the German- TAYLOR. We must part awhile;

15.

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.

16. Oh Absence! by thy stern decree,
How many a heart, once light and free,

Is fill'd with doubts and fears!

Thy days like tedious weeks do seem,
Thy weeks slow-moving months we deem,
Thy months, long-lingering years!

ACTION.

J. T. WATSON.

1. Whilst timorous knowledge stands considering,
Audacious ignorance hath done the deed;
For who knows most, the most he knows to doubt;
The least discourse is commonly most stout.

2. Good actions crown themselves with lasting bays; Who well deserves needs not another's praise.

3. If thou dost ill, the joy fades, not the pains; If well, the pain doth fade, the joy remains.

DANIEL.

HEATH.

G. HERBERT.

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ACTIVITY - ENTERPRISE.

4. The body sins not; 't is the will That makes the action good or ill.

5. Our unsteady actions cannot be Manag'd by rules of strict philosophy.

ACTIVITY- ENTERPRISE.

1. If it were done, when 't is done, then, 't is well That it were done quickly.

SIR R. HOWARD.

2. Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,
But cheerly seek how to redress their harm.

5.

4.

How slow the time

To the warm soul, that, in the very instant
It forms, would execute a great design!

3. Let's take the instant by the forward top;
For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
The inaudible and noiseless foot of time
Steals, ere we can effect them.

HERRICK.

SHAKSPEARE.

6. My days, though few, have pass'd below
In much of joy, though much of woe;
Yet still, in hours of love or strife,
I've 'scap'd the weariness of life.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

THOMSON.

The keen spirit

Seizes the prompt occasion,-makes the thoughts
Start into instant action, and at once
Plans and performs, resolves and executes !

HANNAH MORE.

BYRON'S Giaour.

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