Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Farewell
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. Used and altered by Scott in Rokeby and Monastery.
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—Corsair. Canto I. St. 15.
Fare thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well.
Byron—Fare Thee Well.
“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 Jackson—Verses. Friend, Ahoy!
Though I often salute you, you never salute me first; I shall therefore, Pontilianus, salute you with an eternal farewell.
Martial—Epigrams. Bk. V. Ep. 66.
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.
Fare thee well;
The elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy spirits all of comfort!
Antony and Cleopatra. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 39.
Sweets to the sweet; farewell!
Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 266.
Farewell, and stand fast.
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.
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.
Tempest. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 89.
Then westward ho! Grace and good disposition
Attend your ladyship!
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.