Her tears in freedom gushd: Bigbrightand fast, unknown to her they fell; But still her lips refused to sendFarewell! For in that wordthat fatal wordhoweer We promisehopebelievethere breathes despair. Byron.The Corsair, Canto I. Stanza 15.
O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner; and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! Farewell! Othellos occupations gone! Shakespeare.Othello, Act III. Scene 3. (To Iago.) See Sheridans parody on these beautiful lines in the Epilogue to The School for Scandal.
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 honours 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 ripeningnips his root, And then he falls as I do. Shakespeare.King Henry VIII., Act III. Scene 2. (Wolsey solus.)