Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!
farewell
My dear hands. Farewell, my poor hands.
Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell.
And the sleeper, eye unlidding, Heard a voice for ever bidding Much farewell to Dolly Gray; Turning weary on his truckle- Bed he heard the honey-suckle Lauded in apiarian lay.
beds farewell
Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark.
The play is done; the curtain drops, Slow falling to the prompter's bell A moment yet the actor stops And looks around to say farewell. It is an irksome word and task: And when he's laughed and said his say He shows, as he removes the mask, A face that's anything but gay.
When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
Farewell, woman! I intend Henceforth every night to sit With my lewd, well-natured friend, Drinking to engender wit.
All farewells should be sudden, when forever.
It was a perfect night for a train. The occasional whistle told Louis of all the farewells he had ever known.
All farewells should be sudden.
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