...refused to send— "Farewell!" ear, 277 For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We promue, ftx'd what time can ne'er erase : The tender bine of that large loving eye Grew frozen with its gaze...

...- bright - and fast, unknown to her they fell; But still her lips refused to send - 'Farewell!' xv O'er every feature of that still, pale face, Had sorrow...ne'er erase: The tender blue of that large loving eye Grew frozen with its gaze on vacancy, 495 Till - Oh, how far! - it caught a glimpse of him, And then...

...Big - 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 promise - hope - believe - there breathes despair. 490 O'er every feature of that still, pale face. Had sorrow fixed what time can ne'er erase: The tender...

...(1835-1902), 1903, The Way Of All Flesh, Ch. 22 46:10 But still her lips refused to send - 'Farewell!' / For in that word - that fatal word howe'er / We promise, hope, believe - there breathes despair. Lord Byron, 1814, The Corsair, Sect. 15 46:11 Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe, / Sadder than...

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

...bright — and fast, unknown to her they fell; But still her lips refus'd 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 — On, how far ! it caught a glimpse of him —...

...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...Despair. O'er every feature of that still, pale face, 491 Had Sorrow fixed what Time can ne'er erase : The tender blue of that large loving eye Grew frozen...

...the blank, dark shadow of hopelessness steals over their faces as they utter the word " Farewell," " For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We...promise— hope — believe — there breathes despair." It is no light thing to utter that word as we stand on the deck of an emigrant ship ready to sail thousands...