“Absence makes the heart grow fonder:
Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!”

— Thomas Haynes Bayly

Isle of Beauty, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). Compare: "I find that absence still increases love", Charles Hopkins, To C. C.; "Distance sometimes endears friendship, and absence sweeteneth it", Howell, Familiar Letters, book i. sect. i. No. 6.

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