...Big, bright, and fast, unknown to her they fell ; But still her lips lefused to send — ' Farewell 1* 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 J" 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...

...be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. IBID, Farewell! If Ever Fondest Prayer. Farewell! For in that word, — that fatal word,— howe'er...— hope — believe, — there breathes despair. IBID, Corsair. Fare thee well ! and if forever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving,...

...be' lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. IBID, Farewell! If Ever Fondest Prayer. Farewell! For in that word, — that fatal word,— howe'er...— hope — believe, — there breathes despair. IBID, Corsair. Fare thee well! and if forever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving,...

...desire, Such as it is, — and for my own poor part, Look you, I'll go and pray. IBID, Hamlel. Farewell! For in that word, — that fatal word, — howe'er...— hope — believe, — there breathes despair. IBID, Corsair. BOBOLINK PHILOSOPHY. I KNOW a deep philosopher who's far too wise to think, That bubbling,...

...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 it...

...know. It is a surprise that I have prepared for your departure." CHAPTER VIII. SEED, "... Farewell! For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We promise, hope, believe, there breathes despair." BYRON, The Corsair. "... Thou shalt not lack the flower." Cymleline. THE first two days of Guido's...

...did not stop at once and leave us to go to bed in peace. CHAPTER XXVI. LEFT LAMENTING. " Farewell ! For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We...promise, hope, believe, — there breathes despair." THERE was no sleep for me that night. I tossed and turned, wondering when I should see Gerald alone...

...the lad's bowed head. The book Gough lost. The blessing he kept. PART II. The Emigrant " Farewell. For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We...— hope — believe, — there breathes despair." — BYRON, The Corsair, Canto I. THE DEPARTURE FROM HOME. POVERTY is only less cruel than sin. It was...

...had sacrificed long ago to the Great Unknown Ideal. CHAPTER XXIV THE DAY OF SAINT JOVAN "Farewell! For in that word,— that fatal word,— howe'er We...promise — hope — believe, — there breathes despair ..." LORD BYRON. IT was dawn. The sun reddened the far peak of Sokol. All the camps round the Kloster...