|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
| Till then, good-night!|
You wish the time were now? And I.
You do not blush to wish it so?
You would have blushd yourself to death
To own so much a year ago.
What! both these snowy hands? ah, then
Ill have to say, Good-night again.
T. B. AldrichPalabras Carinosas.
|Good night! I have to say good night,|
To such a host of peerless things!
T. B. AldrichPalabras Carinosas.
|Adieu! tis loves last greeting,|
The parting hour is come!
And fast thy soul is fleeting
To seek its starry home.
BerangerLAdieu. Free translation.
|Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.|
ByronChilde Harold. Canto I. St. 10.
|Fare thee well! and if for ever,|
Still for ever, fare thee well.
ByronFare Thee Well.
|Lets not unman each otherpart 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.
ByronSardanapalus. Act V. Sc. 1.
|We two parted|
In silence and tears,
To sever for years.
ByronWhen We Two Parted.
|Kathleen Mavourneen, the gray dawn is breaking,|
The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill,
The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking
Kathleen Mavourneen, what, slumbering still?
Oh hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever?
Oh hast thou forgotten this day we must part?
It may be for years and it may be forever;
Oh why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
Ascribed to Mrs. Julia CrawfordKathleen Mavourneen. First pub. in Metropolitan Magazine. London, between 1830 and 1840.
|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.
DodsleyColins Kisses. The Parting Kiss.
|In every parting there is an image of death.|
George EliotAmos Barton. Ch. X.
| The king of Babylon stood at the parting of the way.|
Ezekiel. XXI. 21. See also XenophonMemorabilia. II. 1. Choice of Hercules. Referred to by CarlyleSartor Resartus. Bk. II.
|We only part to meet again.|
GayBlack-eyed Susan. St. 4.
|Excuse me, then! you know my heart;|
But dearest friends, alas! must part.
GayThe Hare and Many Friends. L. 61.
|Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said|
Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days
That are no more, and shall no more return.
Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed;
I stay a little longer, as one stays
To cover up the embers that still burn.
LongfellowThree Friends of Mine. Pt. IV.
|My Book and Heart|
Shall never part.
New England Primer. (1814).
| If we must part forever,|
Give me but one kind word to think upon,
And please myself with, while my hearts breaking.
Thos. OtwayThe Orphan. Act III. Sc. 1.
|Shall I bid her goe? what and if I doe?|
Shall I bid her goe and spare not?
Oh no, no, no, I dare not.
Thomas PercyReliques. Corydons Farewell to Phillis.
|Now fitted the halter, now traversd the cart,|
And often took leave; but was loth to part.
PriorThe Thief and the Cordelier.
|But in vain she did conjure him,|
To depart her presence so,
Having a thousand tongues t allure him
And but one to bid him go.
When lips invite,
And eyes delight,
And cheeks as fresh as rose in June,
What boots to say
Forego me now, come to me soon.
Sir Walter RaleighDulcina. See Cayleys Life of Raleigh. Vol. I. Ch. III.
|Say good-bye er howdy-do|
Whats the odds betwixt the two?
Best friends first to go away
Grasp of hands youd ruther hold
Than their weight in solid gold,
Slips their grip while greetin you,
Say good-bye er howdy-do?
James Whitcomb RileyGood-Bye er Howdy-Do.
|If we do meet again, well smile indeed;|
If not, tis true this parting was well made.
Julius Cæsar. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 121.
|They say he parted well, and paid his score;|
And so, God be with him!
Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 8. L. 52.
|Good-night, good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow,|
That I shall say good-night till it be morrow.
Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 185.
| Goneflitted away,|
Taken the stars from the night and the sun
From the day!
Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
TennysonThe Window. Gone.
|She went her unremembering way,|
She went and left in me
The pang of all the partings gone,
And partings yet to be.
Francis ThompsonDaisy. St. 12.
|But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.|
YoungLove of Fame. Satire II. L. 232.