The play is done; the curtain drops, Slow falling to the prompter's bell A moment yet the actor stops And looks around to say farewell. It is an irksome word and task: And when he's laughed and said his say He shows, as he removes the mask, A face that's anything but gay.
Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. This is an accident of hourly proof, Which I mistrusted not. Farewell, therefore, Hero!
And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar; The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in, Bear't that th' opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry, This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Farewell; my blessing season this in thee!
Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, tomorrow 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-ripening - nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Memorial Service: Farewell party for someone who has already left.
Casey Jones! Orders in his hand. Casey Jones! Mounted to the cabin Took his farewell journey to that promised land.
As soon as any art is pursued with a view of money, then farewell, in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred, all hope of genuine good work.
Hark! She is called, the parting hour is come. Take thy farewell, poor world! Heaven must go home. . . .
Don't be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.
Executed by guillotine. Farewell, my children, forever. I go to your Father.
Rhett Butler's farewell to Scarlett O'Hara, I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best. . . .
My angel, my all, my very self . . . my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - I can live only wholly with you or not at all . . . Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved. Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours.
I only know we loved in vain; I only feel-farewell! farewell!
Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.
Then farewell Horace, whom I hated so,- Not for thy faults, but mine.
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, To full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.
Speaking as he unintentionally launched his farewell tour by announcing that the 2000 season would be his last before retirement: Honestly, I had never, ever in my wildest dreams believed I would ever do this. All I wanted to do was to play it out and when it was time to go, hang it up, take off and sail into the sunset somewhere.
Build traditions in your families that will bring you together, for they can demonstrate your devotion, love, and support for one another. . . These events would include blessings of children, baptisms, other priesthood ordinances, graduations, missionary farewells, homecomings, and, of course, marriages. Sharing these occasions as a family will help us build a foundation established upon a rock.
Farewell we call to hearth and hall! Though wind may blow and rain may fall. We must away ere the break of day. Far over wood and mountain tall.
So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost. Evil, be thou my good.
Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: hail, horrors!
Adieu, mes amis. Je vais la gloire. (Farewell, my friends! I go to glory!)
When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead.
Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.
When the bold branches Bid farewell to rainbow leaves - Welcome wool sweaters.
Estranged And hast thou shut and locked thy heart Against me? Nay, not so. Whom once I loved, I ever love; I cannot let thee go. Thou, who hast dwelt within my love, Winning thy place so well- Ah! must we say good by to hearts? I cannot say farewell. Thou, who alone didst watch my bed Of sorrow, pain, and fear; While wintry night raged, dark and wild, And death seemed all too near. Can I forget those dream-like days, When, resting in thy care, I traced the wanderings of thy song Upon the charmed air? E'en if some idle words let fall (As leaves float on the wind), Long wandering, to thy gentle heart Its way at last did find, Ah! who could weigh it 'gainst the past, With all its memories dear'? Not thou, or I, who know, so well, Life's holy mission here. Ah! who would take the perfect rose, Love on its heart had worn, And, counting not its loveliness, Treasure alone the thorn? I could not sing in heaven, if there A loved face turned away, Unreconciled; 'twould chill my joy, E'en in that perfect day.
Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean, Where heartsome wi' thee I hae mony days been; For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more, We 'll maybe return to Lochaber no more.
Anchors aweigh, my boys, Anchors aweigh! Farewell to college joys, We sail at break of day.
Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!
