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With that, wringing my hand he turn'd away,
And though his tears would hardly let him look,
Yet such a look did through his tears make way,
As show'd how sad a farewell there he took.
I part with thee
As wretches, that are doubtful of hereafter,
Part with their lives, unwilling, loath and fearful,
And trembling at futurity.
Then came the parting hour, and what arise
When lovers part-expressive looks, and eyes
Tender and tearful-many a fond adieu,
And many a call the sorrow to renew.
"I were vain to speak, to weep, to sigh; Oh! more than tears of blood can tell, When wrung from guilt's expiring eye,
Are in that word, farewell-farewell!
One struggle more, and I am free
From pangs that rend my heart in twain;
One last long sigh to love and thee,
Then back to busy life again.
Farewell!-a word that hath been and must be,
A sound that makes us linger-yet, farewell!
BYRON'S Childe Harold
Let's not unman each other-part at once;
All farewells should be sudden, when for ever,
Else they make an eternity of moments,
And clog the last sad sands of life with tears.
Then fare thee well, deceitful maid,
"T were vain and foolish to regret thee:
Nor hope nor memory yield their aid,
But time may teach me to forget thee.
But now the moments bring
Theme of parting, with redoubled wing;
The why-the where-what boots it now to tell?
Since all must end in that wild word, farewell!
Fare thee well! yet think awhile
On one whose bosom bleeds to doubt thee;
Who now would rather trust that smile,
And die with thee, than live without thee!
With all my soul, then let us part,
Since both are anxious to be free; And I will send you home your heart, you will send back mine to me!
Well-peace to thy heart, tho' another's it be;
And health to thy cheek, tho' it bloom not for me.
Enough that we are parted--that there rolls
A flood of headlong fate between our souls,
Whose darkness severs me as wide from thee
As hell from heaven, to all eternity!
Go, thou vision wildly gleaming,
Softly on my soul that fell;
Go, for me no longer beaming,
Hope and beauty, fare thee well!
Vanish'd, like dew-drops from the spray,
Are moments which in beauty flew,
ADIEU - FAREWELL-PARTING.
I cast life's brightest pearl away,
And, false one, breathe my last adieu!
One hurried kiss-one last, one long embrace-
One yearning look upon her tearful face-
And he was gone, and, like a funeral knell,
The winds still sigh'd-beloved, fare thee well!
MRS. C. H. W. ESLING.
W. G. CLARK.
Farewell, oh, farewell! thou hast broken the chain,
And the links, that have bound us, are parted in twain⚫
But long shall my heart in its sad sorrow tell
How I grieved o'er thee, dear one!—farewell, oh, farewe!
MRS. C. H. W. ESLING.
We parted in sadness, but spoke not of parting;
We talk'd not of hopes that we both must resign;
I saw not her eyes, and but one tear-drop starting
Fell down on her hand as it trembled in mine.
Each felt that the past we could never recover,
Each felt that the future no hope could restore;
She shudder'd at wringing the heart of her lover,
I dared not to say I must meet her no more.
CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN
Farewell, then, thou loved one-O, loved but too well,
Too deeply, too blindly for language to tell!
Farewell-thou hast trampled love's faith in the dust,
Thou hast torn from my bosom its hope and its trust ;
Yet, if thy life's current with bliss it would swell,
I would pour out my own in this last fond farewell!
CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN,
We part-no matter how we part;
There are some thoughts we utter not;
Deep treasured in our inmost heart,
Never reveal'd, and ne'er forgot
And now farewell! farewell!-I dare not lengthen
These sweet, sad moments out; to gaze on thee
Is bliss indeed, yet it but serves to strengthen
The love that now amounts to agony:
This is our last farewell-our last fond meeting;
The world is wide, and we must dwell apart;
My spirit gives thee now its last fond greeting,
With lip to lip, while pulse to pulse is beating,
And heart to heart.
MRS. A. B. WELBY
I heard thy low whisper'd farewell, love,
And silently saw thee depart-
Ay, silent for how could words tell, love,
The sorrow that swell'd in my heart?
Yet, tearless and mute though I stood, love,
Thy last words are thrilling me yet,
And my heart would have breathed, if it could, love,
And murmur'd-"O! do not forget!"
MRS. FRANCES OSGOOD
Where'er I go, whate'er my lonely state,
Yet grateful memory shall linger here,
And when, perhaps, you're musing o'er my fate,
You still may greet me with a tender tear;
Ah! then, forgive me-pitied let me part,
Your frowns, too sure, would break my sinking heart.
And, like some low and mournful spell,
To whisper but one word-farewell!
Life hath as many farewells
As it hath sunny hours,
And over some are scatter'd thorns,
And over others, flowers.
But O! whate'er my fate may be,
And time alone that tale can tell, May you be happy, blest, and free From every ill! Lady, farewell!
And now, fair ladies, one and all, adieu,
Good luck, good husbands, and good bye to you!
'Tis oarbarous to insult a fallen foe.
Adversity, sage useful guest,
Severe instructor, but the best,
It is from thee alone we know
Justly to value things below.
So do the winds and thunder cleanse the air,
So working bees settle and purge the wine;
So lopp'd and pruned trees do flourish fair;
So doth the fire the drossy gold refine.
SPENSER'S Fairy Queen
A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;
But were we burthen'd with like weight of pain,
As much or more we should ourselves complain.