...Basil Greene could say to Mary : "I must leave you here." His lips refused to utter a farewell : " For in that word— that fatal word— howe'er, We...— hope — believe — there breathes despair." 2* All day they Lad been side by side. But we shall not write down what their hearts bade their tongues...

...affectionate behaviour of his friend on that occasion. The writer would fain have avoided bidding farewell; " For in that word, that fatal word, — howe'er We...— hope, — believe, — there breathes despair."! But MR. WEEDALL expressed his regard in the most feeling terms, and his regret at the approaching separation...

...her they fell ; But still her lips refused to send — " Farewell ! " * " Orlando Furioso," Canto 10. 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 still her lips refused to send — " Farewell ! " For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We...hope — believe — there breathes despair. O'er ever)- feature of that still, pale face, Had sorrow fii'd what time can ne'er erase: The tender blue...

...night. Byron. FAREWELL-Anguish associated with the word. But still her lips refused to say "Farewell 1" For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We...promise — hope — believe — there breathes despair. Ibid. When eye» are beaming What never tongue might tell, When tears are streaming From their crystal...

...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. BYRON. — The Corsair, Canto I. Stanza 15. Fare thee well ! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare...

...hung twenty years About his neck, yet never lost her lustre. Shakespeare. When overwhelmed by Grief. 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, Till — oh, how far ! — it caught a glance of him, And then...

...hung twenty years About his neck, yet never lost her lustre. Shakespeare. When overwhelmed by Grief. 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, Till — oh, how far ! — it caught a glance of him, And then...

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

...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...every feature of that still pale face, Had sorrow ftx'd what time can ne'er erase : The tender blue of that large loving eye Grew frozen with its gaze...