There was shaking of hands and sorrow of heart, The hour was approaching when merry folks must part; So we calld for our horses, and askd for our way, While the jolly old landlord said, Nothings to pay. Scott.The Pirate, Chap. XXIII.
Tis the pang alone to part From those we love, that rends the heart; That agony to save, Some nameless power in nature strives, Our fading hope in death revives, And blossoms in the grave. Mrs. John Hunter.To a Primrose. (Baillies Coll.)
Nay, twill be this hour ere I have done weeping;heres my mothers breath up and down; now come I to my sister; mark the moan she makes; now the dog all this while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word; but see how I lay the dust with my tears. Shakespeare.Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act II. Scene 3.
Good-night, good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good-night till it be to-morrow. Shakespeare.Romeo and Juliet, Act II. Scene 2.