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With that, wringing my hand he turn'd away,
I part with thee
As wretches, that are doubtful of hereafter,
Part with their lives, unwilling, loath and fearful,
Then came the parting hour, and what arise
"I were vain to speak, to weep, to sigh;
Farewell!-a word that hath been and must be,
BYRON'S Childe Harold
Let's not unman each other-part at once;
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.
Then fare thee well, deceitful maid,
"T were vain and foolish to regret thee:
But now the moments bring
Theme of parting, with redoubled wing;
Fare thee well! yet think awhile
On one whose bosom bleeds to doubt thee;
And die with thee, than live without thee!
With all my soul, then let us part,
Since both are anxious to be free;
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.
Go, thou vision wildly gleaming,
MOORE's Lalla Rookh.
Softly on my soul that fell;
Vanish'd, like dew-drops from the spray,
Are moments which in beauty flew,
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.
How I grieved o'er thee, dear one !—farewell, oh, farewel
One hurried kiss-one last, one long embrace—
MRS. C. H. W. ESLING.
We parted in sadness, but spoke not of parting;
CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN
Farewell, then, thou loved one-O, loved but too well,
We part-no matter how we part;
Never reveal'd, and ne'er forgot
RICHARD HENRY WILDE.
ADIEU-FAREWELL - PARTING.
And now farewell! farewell!-I dare not lengthen
This is our last farewell-our last fond meeting;
I heard thy low whisper'd farewell, love,
And silently saw thee depart―
The sorrow that swell'd in my heart?
And my heart would have breathed, if it could, love,
MRS. FRANCES OSGOOD
Where'er I go, whate'er my lonely state,
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
"T was bitter then to rend the heart
Good luck, good husbands, and good bye to you!
So do the winds and thunder cleanse the air,
SPENSER'S Fairy Queen.
"Tis oarbarous to insult a fallen foe.
Adversity, sage useful guest,
A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity,