Farewell is a salutation conveying a wish of happiness or welfare at parting, especially a permanent departure.
Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical QuotationsEdit
- Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 260-61.
- He turn'd him right and round about
Upon the Irish shore,
And gae his bridle reins a shake,
With Adieu for evermore,
With Adieu for evermore.
- Robert 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!
For in that word—that fatal word—howe'er
We promise—hope—believe—there breathes despair.
- Lord Byron, Corsair, Canto I, Stanza 15.
- Fare thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well.
- Lord Byron, Fare Thee Well.
- "Adieu," she cries, and waved her lily hand.
- John 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 (c. 80-104 AD), Book V, Epistle 66.
- Farewell, happy fields,
Where joy forever dwells; hail, horrors!
- 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.
- I shall not go out at all
given that my love is here
shall always stay attached to these hearts.
I shall never bid farewell to this place!
But I have to send this body
anyhow from here.
- Fare thee well;
The elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy spirits all of comfort!
- Farewell, and stand fast.
- 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.
- Here's my hand.
And mine, with my heart in't: and now farewell,
Till half an hour hence.
- Then westward ho! Grace and good disposition
Attend your ladyship!
- So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.
- William Shenstone, A Pastoral Ballad, Part I. Absence, Stanza 5.