| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Farewell |
| | | The bitter word which closed all earthly friendships, and finished every feast of love,—farewell. Pollok. | 1 |
| Farewell! “But not for ever.” Cowper. | 2 |
| Sweets to the sweet; farewell! Shakespeare. | 3 |
| | Farewell, happy fields, |
| Where joy forever dwells; hail, horrors! |
Milton. | 4 |
| | So sweetly she bade me adieu, |
| I thought that she bade me return. |
Shenstone. | 5 |
| | To all, to each, a fair good-night, |
| And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light. |
Scott. | 6 |
| | Fare thee well! and if for ever, |
| Still for ever, fare thee well. |
Byron. | 7 |
| | Farewell! if ever fondest prayer |
| For other’s weal availed on high, |
| Mine will not all be lost in air |
| But waft thy name beyond the sky. |
Byron. | 8 |
| | Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! |
| Farewell the plumed troops, and the big wars |
| That make ambition virtue. |
Shakespeare. | 9 |
| | Fare thee well; |
| The elements be kind to thee, and make |
| Thy spirits all of comfort! |
Shakespeare. | 10 |
| | Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been— |
| A sound which makes us linger;—yet—farewell. |
Byron. | 11 |
| | Farewell! |
| For in that word,—that fatal word,—howe’er |
| We promise—hope—believe,—there breathes despair. |
Byron. | 12 |
| | 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. | 13 |
| | ’Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh; |
| Oh, more than tears of blood can tell |
| When wrung from guilt’s expiring eye, |
| Are in the word farewell—farewell. |
Byron. | 14 |
| The happy never say, and never hear said, farewell. Landor. | 15 |
| Where thou art gone, adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. Cowper. | 16 |
| Gude nicht, and joy be wi’ you a’. Lady Nairne. | 17 |
| Give me your hand first; fare you well. Shakespeare. | 18 |
| “Adieu,” she cries, and waved her lily hand. Gay. | 19 |
| Farewell, and stand fast. Shakespeare. | 20 |
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| | So, farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, |
| Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost. |
Milton. | 21 |
| | Here’s a sigh to those who love me, |
| And a smile to those who hate; |
| And, whatever sky’s above me, |
| Here’s a heart for ev’ry fate. |
Byron. | 22 |
| | 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. | 23 |
| | Then fare thee well, deceitful maid, |
| ’Twere vain and fruitless to regret thee; |
| Nor hope nor memory yield their aid, |
| But time may teach me to forget thee. |
Byron. | 24 |
| | Let’s not unman each other—part at once; |
| All farewells should be sudden, when forever, |
| Else they make an eternity of moments, |
| And clog the last sad sands of life with tears. |
Byron. | 25 |
| | 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. | 26 |
| | Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness! |
| This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth |
| The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow blossoms |
| And bears his blushing honors thick upon him: |
| The third day comes a frost, a killing frost; |
| And—when he thinks, good easy man, full surely |
| His greatness is a-ripening,—nips his root, |
| And then he falls as I do. |
Shakespeare. | 27 | | |
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