...still her lips tefused to send — ' Fare» ell '.' For in that word — that fatal word — ho»e'er We promise, hope, believe — there breathes despair....ne'er erase : The tender blue of that large loving eye Grew frozen with its gaze on vacancy. Till— oh, how far ! — it caught a glimpse of hie. And then...

...married. Rising from the piano, in response to Henry's " good-by," she quoted Byron's words: " Farewell! For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We...— hope — believe — there breathes despair." 25* "No, no ; not yet Laura," said he, smiling, and, drawing the almost hopeless girl to his bosom,...

...why — the where — what boots it now to tell ? Since all must end in that wild word— farewell ! For in that word, that fatal word, howe'er We promise, hope, believe, there breathes despair." BYRON. ON the outskirts of the cathedral town of T , there stood, at the time in which we write, a...

...send—" Farewell !" For in that word—that fatal word—howe'er We promise—hope—believe—there breathes despair, O'er every feature of that still...pale face, Had sorrow fix'd what time can ne'er erase : Grew frozen with its gaze on vacancy, The tender blue of that large loving eye Till—oh, how far...

...But still her lips refused to send — "Farewell ! " For in that word — that fatal word — bowe'er We promise, hope, believe, there breathes despair....ne'er erase : The tender blue of that large loving eye Grew frozen with its gaze on vacancy, Till — Oh, how far ! — it caught a glimpse of him, And then...

...they fell ; But still her lips refused to send — " Farewell '. " For in that word — that fetal the flx'd what time can ne'er erase : The tender blue of that large hiving eye Grew frozen with its gaze...

...But still her lips refused to send — "Farewell ! " For in that word — that fatal word — bowe'er We promise, hope, believe, there breathes despair....every feature of that still, pale face, Had sorrow fix'dwhat time can ne'er erase : The tender blue of that large loving eye Grew frozen with its gaze...

...sneer. Canto i. St. 9. Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed Farewell ! Canto i. St. 9. Farewell ! For in that word, — that fatal word, — howe'er...• hope — believe, — there breathes despair. Canto i. St. 15. No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe. Canto...

...Cato ; he was powerless as a little child where his idol was concerned. CHAPTEE XXX. Farewell ! Oh ! in that word — that fatal -word — howe'er We promise, hope, believe — there breathes despair. BYRON. A WOMAN'S heroism is at best uncertain, impulsive rather than constitutional, but her power...

...sneer. Canto i. St. 9. Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed Farewell ! Canto i. St. 9. Farewell I For in that word, — that fatal word, — howe'er...— hope — believe, — there breathes despair. Canto \. St. 15. No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe. Canto...