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Farewell: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

He turn'd him right and round about Upon the Irish shore, And gae his bridle reins a shake, With Adieu for evermore, My dear, With Adieu for evermore.— BURNS — It Was a' for our Rightfu'

King. Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been- A sound which makes us linger; -yet-farewell!— BYRON — Childe Harold. Canto IV. St. 186.

"Farewell!" For in that word--that fatal word-howe'er We promise-hope-believe there breathes despair.— BYRON — The Corsair. Canto I. St. 15.

One kind kiss before we part, Drop a tear, and bid adieu; Though we sever, my fond heart Till we meet shall pant for you.— ROBERT DODSLEY — Colin's Kisses. The Parting Kiss. Song VI. St. 1.

"Adieu," she cries, and waved her lily hand.— GAY — Sweet William's Farewell to

Black-eyed Susan. Friend, ahoy! Farewell! farewell! Grief unto grief, joy unto joy, Greeting and help the echoes tell Faint, but eternal-Friend, ahoy!— HELEN HUNT — Verses. Friend, Ahoy!

Farewell, happy fields, Where joy forever dwells; hail, horrors!— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. I. L. 249.

Gude nicht, and joy be wi' you a'.— LADY NAIRNE — Gude Nicht, etc.

Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell, my Jean, Where heartsome wi' thee I hae mony day been: For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more, We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more.— ALLAN RAMSAY — Farewell to Lochaber.

To all, to each, a fair good-night, And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light. ScoTT-Marmion. L'Envoy. To the Reader. Fare thee well; The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort!— Shakespeare — Antony and Cleopatra. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 39.

Farewell, and stand fast.— Shakespeare — S. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 75.

Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife.— Shakespeare — Othello. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 349.

Here's my hand. And mine, with my heart in't: and now farewell, Till half an hour hence.— Shakespeare — Tempest. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 89.

Sweets to the sweet; farewell!— Shakespeare — Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 266.

Then westward ho! Grace and good disposition Attend your ladyship!— Shakespeare — Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 146.

So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.— SHENSTONE — A Pastoral Ballad. Pt. I. Absence. St. 5.