Egeria! sweet creation of some heart
Which found no mortal resting-place so fair
As thine ideal breast; whate'er thou art
Or wert,—a young Aurora of the air,
The nympholepsy of some fond despair;
Or, it might be, a beauty of the earth,
Who found a more than common votary there
Too much adoring; whatsoe'er thy birth,
Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
Childe Harold, Canto IV. LORD BYRON.
When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day,
Fancy restores what vengeance snatched away.
Eloise to Abélard. A. POPE.
We figure to ourselves
The thing we like, and then we build it up
As chance will have it, on the rock or sand:
For Thought is tired of wandering o'er the world,
And homebound Fancy runs her bark ashore.
Philip Van Artevelde, Pt. I. Act i. Sc. 5. SIR H. TAYLOR.
FAREWELL.
Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been—
A sound which makes us linger;—yet—farewell.
Childe Harold, Canto IV. LORD BYRON.
All farewells should be sudden, when forever,
Else they make an eternity of moments,
And clog the last sad sands of life with tears.
Sardanapalus. LORD BYRON.
So sweetly she bade me "Adieu,"
I thought that she bade me return.
A Pastoral. W. SHENSTONE.
He turned him right and round about
Upon the Irish shore,
And gae his bridle reins a shake,
With Adieu for evermore,
My dear,
With Adieu for evermore.
It was a' for our Rightfu' King. R. BURNS.
And so, without more circumstance at all,
I hold it fit, that we shake hands and part.
Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 5. SHAKESPEARE.
Fare thee well;
The elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy spirits all of comfort!
Antony and Cleopatra, Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.