Farewell

“He turn'd him right and round about With Adieu for evermore.”

“Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been—A sound which makes us linger;—yet—farewell!”

“"Farewell!"We promise—hope—believe—there breathes despair.”

“Fare thee well! and if for ever,Still for ever, fare thee well.”

“"Adieu," she cries, and waved her lily hand.”

“Friend, ahoy! Farewell! farewell! Faint, but eternal—Friend, ahoy!”

“Though I often salute you, you never salute me first; I shall therefore, Pontilianus, salute you with an eternal farewell.”

“Farewell, happy fields,Where joy forever dwells; hail, horrors!”

“Gude nicht, and joy be wi' you a'.”

“Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell, my Jean,We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more.”

“Fare thee well;Thy spirits all of comfort!”

“Sweets to the sweet; farewell!”

“Farewell, and stand fast.”

“Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife.”

“Here's my hand.Till half an hour hence.”

“Then westward ho! Grace and good dispositionAttend your ladyship!”

“So sweetly she bade me adieu,I thought that she bade me return.”