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ADIEU - FAREWELL-PARTING.

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ADIEU - FAREWELL — PARTING.

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.

DANIEL I part with thee As wretches, that are doubtful of hereafter, Part with their lives, unwilling, loath and fearful, And trembling at futurity.

Rowe 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.

CRABBE's Hall. "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!

Byron. 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.

Byron's Sardanapalus. 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.

BYRON,

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ADIEU - FAREWELL-PARTING,

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.

BYROK
But now the moments bring
The ..me of parting, with redoubled wing;
The why--the where—what boots it now to tell?
Since all must end in that wild word, farewell!

Byron's Corsuir
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!

MOORE,
With all my soul, then let us part,

Since both are anxious to be free;
And I will send you home your heart,
If you will send back mine to me!

MOORE.
Well-peace to thy heart, tho' another's it be;
And health to thy cheek, tho’ it bloom not for me.

MOORE,
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!

Moore's alla Rookh.
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 ,

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I cast life's brightest pearl away,

And, false one, breathe my last adieu !

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, farewes!

Mrs. C. H. W. ESLING, One hurried kiss- -one last, one long embraceOne yearning look upon her tearful faceAnd he was gone, and, like a funeral knell, The winds still sigh’d—beloved, fare thee well !

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-0, 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 trusk;
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

RICHARD HENRY Wine,

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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 apait;
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, silentfor 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 sinxing heart.
We met ere yet the world had come

To wither up the springs of youth;
Amid the holy joys of home,

And in the first warm blush of youth
We parted, as they never part

Whose tears are doom'd to be forgot ;
Oh by that agony of heart,

Forget me not-forget me not!
"T was bitter then to rend the heart
With the sad word that we must past

ADVERSITY - MISFORTUNE.

And, like some low and mournful spell,
To whisper but one word—farewell!

PARK BENJAMIN Life hath as many farewells

As it hath sunny hours,
And over some are scatter'd thorns,
And over others, flowers.

Mrs. L. P. SMITII,
And now, fair ladies, one and all, adieu,
Good luck, good husbands, and good bye to you!

J. T. WATSON But O! whate'er fate

may

be, And time alone that tale can tell, May you be happy, blest, and free From every ill! Lady, farewell!

J. T. WATSON.

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ADVERSITY – MISFORTUNE.

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. 'Tis oarbarous insult a fallen foe.

SOMERVILE. Adversity, sage useful guest, Severe instructor, but the best, It is from thee alone we know Justly to value things below.

SOMERYite 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.

SHAKSPEARL

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