When the waves are round me breaking,
As I pace the deck alone,
And my eye in vain is seeking
Some green leaf to rest upon
What would not I give to wander
Where my old companions dwell
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Isle of Beauty, fare thee well.
quote by John Milton
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Your Absence Has Made My Heart Grow Fonder
No matter what those arguments.
Or the exchanging of a bitterness meant.
Without you in my life,
I've spent...
Countless hours fighting against,
Those moments I felt such an emptiness.
Knowing...
Your absence has made my heart grow fonder.
No matter if it is pouring rain,
I can't help but remember...
Your laughter that still remains.
And even though when living together,
That smile of yours would seldom show.
I know...
Your absence,
Has made my heart grow fonder.
And always will I remember when,
You walked out the door!
And I was left relieved,
As if blown with a fresh wind...
To begin my life without you again!
To experience complete happiness,
I had not known since way back when.
And one that has stayed to comfort me.
Yes...
I can certainly say without regrets,
Your absence has made my heart grow fonder!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dink's Song
(b.gibson/b.lomax/j.lomax)
This is a blues traditional that has been performed also by bob dylan. jeff performed it several times in his concerts, and he performed it also live on-air for the music faucet, a wfmu radio broadcast, on october 11 1992.
If i had wings like noah's dove
I'd fly up the river to the one i love
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well
If i met your man, who was long and tall
I'd hit his body like a cannon ball
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well
One of these days and it won't be long
Call my name and i'll be gone
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well
I remember one night, a drizzling rain
Round my heart i felt an achin' pain
Fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well
When i wore my apron low
Couldn't keep you from my do'
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well
Now i wear my apron high
Scarcely ever see you passing by
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well
Now my apron's up to my chin
You pass my door and you won't come in
Fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well
If i had listened to what my mama said
I'd be at home in my mama's bed
Fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well
song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Sextus Propertius in Elegies
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The Fairy Boy
A mother came when stars were paling,
Wailing round a lonely spring,
Thus she cried, while tears were falling
Calling on the Fairy King:
'Why, with spells my child caressing,
Courting him with fairy joy,
Why destroy a mother's blessing,
Wherefore steal my baby boy?
'O'er the mountain, thro' the wild wood,
Where his childhood loved to play,
Where the flow'rs are freshly springing,
There I wander day by day;
There I wander, growing fonder
Of the child that made my joy,
On the echoes wildly calling
To restore my fairy boy.
'But in vain my plaintive calling,
Tears are falling all in vain,
He now sports with fairy pleasure,
He's the treasure of their train!
Fare-thee-well! my child, for ever,
In this world I've lost my joy,
But in the
next
we ne'er shall sever,
There I'll find my angel boy.'
poem by Samuel Lover
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To Eliza
Eliza, tell thy lover why
Or what induced thee to deceive me?
Fare thee well--away I fly--
I shun the lass who thus will grieve me.
Eliza, still thou art my song,
Although by force I may forsake thee;
Fare thee well, for I was wrong
To woo thee while another take thee.
Eliza, pause and think a while--
Sweet lass! I shall forget thee never:
Fare thee well! although I smile,
I grieve to give thee up forever.
Eliza, I shall think of thee--
My heart shall ever twine about thee;
Fare thee well--but think of me,
Compell'd to live and die without thee.
'Fare thee well!--and if forever,
Still forever fare thee well!'
poem by George Moses Horton
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Nine Weeks
Because I don’t want to know that you are going
And I’m sick of ignoring the problem of absence
I’ll miss you so much and that truth burns
So just let me be so I can prepare
For nine weeks of hell and
63 days of isolation
Because friends aren’t always enough
We grow fonder, in rage
We grow fonder, in sorrow
We grow fonder from lust
Nine weeks of hell
And 63 days of isolation
Few days of joy within them
I want this to end
I want this to stop
But you must leave
And we must suffer
We grow older apart
And for now we are children, ignorant and oblivious
To the chore of true love,
And the respect of each other's maturity
poem by Casey Stewart
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Helped to Pack
It is said absence makes the heart grow fonder!
Some experience amnesia during these times,
And not only have been found in states of euphoria...
But hoping that the absence produced,
Creates a disappearing act!
And the one who sought to leave...
Never comes back!
Whoever coined that phrase,
About the absence of hearts and lonely days!
Never awakened against a slab of ice.
Or kneed in the groin,
By someone who has no depth going on!
And nothing to share...
But a blank thoughtless stare!
Someone like that...
Is often helped to pack!
Especially after many years,
Of being denied human contact!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Imperfection From Absence
Send me a rose thorn for my love’s rejection
Or a rosebud for thy love’s confession
Ardent love sometimes shows picture of perfection
But the absence of your touch means less affection.
The gaiety brought by sweet amity
Altogether with cup of honesty
But despite your true love and your fidelity
The absence of your thought brings nothing but anxiety.
Notes from you were very few
To little for us to find our love anew
Absence they say makes the heart fonder
But truly, absence only makes our heart shatter.
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poem by Geraldine Fernandez
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Who Do I Believe?
They tell me you speak evily on me
You say you were joking or they're lying to make me angry
i am pondering who i should beleive
afterall you're the one who makes my insides bleed
You constantly break my heart over and over
but i refuse to get off the roller coaster
so what do i do
I can't live with or without you
i hate myself for letting you have this effect on me
why can't i be everything you need
why am i just a time slot
why won't you let me in your heart
you hurt me with the simplest of words
its like i'm under some curse
Because the feelings i can't banish
my heart is slowly starting to vanish
i fall for jerks like you
who would rather than love rip me in two
I don't know why i don't just let you go
Its harder then you'll ever know
for our past is the same which makes my feelings stronger
and how your are alone with me makes me grow fonder
fonder of your warm smile and soft and shiny hair
Fonder when your not here but knowing your there
Fonder of how we are with eachother when no one's around
we just fit together and don't care how
but they tell me the supposed nasty vicous things you say
i don't know who is true or who to blame
so i guess i'll slowly let you go as a test
to see if you think with me its best
poem by Jean Pullman
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Proverbs often contradict one another, as any reader soon discovers. The sagacity that advises us to look before we leap promptly warns us that if we hesitate we are lost; that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but out of sight, out of mind.
quote by Leo Rosten
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There Will Be Substitutes
and for him to be alive for another year
he takes the substitutes for such absence
he justifies
this absence shall make my heart grow fonder
he looks at himself in the mirror
and feels the gloss of the glass on his face
the pain is there and it may subside a little bit
but it is there and it has always been there
and it will always be there
always
the substitutes heal the surface and makes a scar
the real pain inside keeps piercing
to the bottom
always and it has always been there
like a cancer of love always, always creeping, growing
there is no cure
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sweet Innisfallen
Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well,
May calm and sunshine long be thine!
How fair thou art let others tell --
To feel how fair shall long be mine.
Sweet Innisfallen, long shall dwell
In memory's dream that sunny smile,
Which o'er thee on that evening fell,
When first I saw thy fairy isle.
'Twas light, indeed, too blest for one,
Who had to turn to paths of care --
Through crowded haunts again to run,
And leave thee bright and silent there;
No more unto thy shores to come,
But, on the world's rude ocean tost,
Dream of thee sometimes as a home
Of sunshine he had seen and lost.
Far better in thy weeping hour
To part from thee, as I do now,
When mist is o'er thy blooming bowers,
Like sorrow's veil on beauty's brow.
For, though unrivall'd still thy grace,
Thou dost not look, as then, too blest,
But, thus in shadow, seem'st a place
Where erring man might hope to rest --
Might hope to rest, and find in thee
A gloom like Eden's, on the day
He left its shade, when every tree,
Like thine, hung weeping o'er his way.
Weeping or smiling, lovely isle!
And all the lovelier for thy tears --
For though but rare thy sunny smile,
'Tis heaven's own glance when it appears.
Like feeling hearts whose joys are few,
But, when indeed they come, divine --
The brightest light the sun e'er threw
Is lifeless to one gleam of thine!
poem by Thomas Moore
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Absence does not make the heart grow fonder, but it sure heats up the blood.
quote by Elizabeth Ashley
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Nightingale
I built my house beside the wood
So I could hear you singing
And it was sweet and it was good
And love was all beginning
Fare thee well my nightingale
Twas long ago I found you
Now all your songs of beauty fail
The forest closes round you
The sun goes down behind a veil
Tis now that you would call me
So rest in peace my nightingale
Beneath your branch of holly
Fare thee well my nightingale
I lived but to be near you
Tho' you are singing somewhere still
I can no longer hear you
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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Lines On T.D. McGee
DeArcy. McGee,
All compliment thee,
The hope of the land,
On your lecture so grand.
Though that is your fort,
Oh, give us the sport
Of an hour of your chat ;
Then we'll laugh and grow fat.
For none but the vile
Could e'er cease to smile
When near to thee,
So brilliant and free.
Plant of Green Erin's isle,
Long in Canadian soil,
May you take deep root
And bear much noble fruit.
Our hopes were in vain,
Alas ! he is slain
By a crankish hand,
The flower of the land.
poem by James McIntyre
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Absence
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
is how the old saying goes.
For those who are truly in love
that saying is oh so true.
When hearts in love are apart,
the anguish is almost unbearable.
Each heart pining
for the other to be near.
If we should stumble, losing our way,
the love those two hearts have
will find one another again
to love another day.
22 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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Which Appropriate Moves To Make
The best way to ignore a persistent annoyance,
Without letting the consistency of it upset...
Is to acknowledge it with pleasantries.
And move on!
To begin a defense against it,
Will only give it more of a presence.
And many will try to convince,
That absence makes the heart grow fonder!
Well...
In this case,
When annoyance is hard to escape...
The absence of it,
May take a little bit longer.
So...
In this case,
The best way to ignore a persistent annoyance,
Without letting the consistency of it upset...
Is to acknowledge it with pleasantries.
And move on!
A peace of mind kept that has been earned,
Will eventually learn...
Which appropriate moves to make.
And when!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Must Accept As I Tell You
you must accept as i tell you
that your absence for days
did not made my heart grow fonder
inside my imaginary garden
all the real toads are croaking.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Her Last Lines Written While She Was Alone
on nights when she is alone in bed
she wakes up to dream of his touch
his long deep moans
she wonders from his chain of words
if her absence too did make his heart
grow fonder
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mosquito (Love Poem)
Like a still small voice in an empty room,
The quiet nightmare of my lonely bed intrudes,
Remembering our togethers, now so far away,
Staring into the darkness at a hungry mosquito,
My endless hunger that only you can assuage,
His endless hunger a bloody angry morning itch
Absence makes the heart grow fonder methinks.
poem by Ian Beckett
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