...bright — and fast, unknown to her they fell ; But still her lips refused to send—" Farewell !" For in that word— that fatal word — howe'er We...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...

...Kig, bright, and fast, unknown to her they fell ; But still her lips refused to send — " Farewell !" For in that word, that fatal word — howe'er "We...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...

...Big, bright, and fast, unknown to her they fell ; Hut still her lips refused to send — ' Farewell I' Nay, let him profit by A few brief minutes for his...may die under it if now repeated. Lor. Well? Bar. Grew frozen with its gaze on vacancy, Till— oh, how far !— it caught a glimpse of him. And then...

...bright — and fast, unknown to her they fell ; But still her lips refused to send — " Farewell !" For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We...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...

...bright — and fast, unknown to her they fell ; But atill her lips refused to send — " Farewell !" For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We...breathes despair O'er every feature of that still, pale faee, Had sorrow fix'd what time ean ne'er erase : The tender blue of that large loving eye Grew frozen...

...which makes us linger;— yet— farewell. L BYBON — Childe Harold. Canto IV. St. 186. Farewell! ~ 6 B -i s "G d þ ; > # M '( 7 ,V m. BYBON— The Corsair. Canto I. St. 15. Friend ahoy! Farewell! farewell! Grief unto grief, joy unto...

...beam, nor air, nor leaf, is lost, But hath a part of being. Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Farewell ! For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We promise, hope, believe, there breathes despair. The Corsair. Fare thee well ! and if for ever, Still for ever fare thee well. Fare thee Well. They...

...laughing devil in his sneer. Stanza 9. Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed farewell ! Ibid. Farewell ! For in that word, — that fatal word, — howe'er...promise, hope, believe, — there breathes despair. Stanza 15. No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe. Canto Hi....

...forehead—turned—is Conrad gone ? XV. O'er every feature of that still, pale face, Had sorrow fixed R C Grew frozen with its gaze on vacancy, Till—Oh, how far!—it caught a glimpse of him, And then it...

...faint." " No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe." "Farewell! For in that word, — that fatal word, — howe'er We promise — hope — believe — then breathes despair." Is a word ever lost ? See " Ninth Bridgewater Treatise," by Mr. Babbage,...