"Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife."

"Here's my hand. And mine, with my heart in't: and now farewell, Till half an hour hence."

"Then westward ho! Grace and good disposition Attend your ladyship!"

"Though I often salute you, you never salute me first; I shall therefore, Pontilianus, salute you with an eternal farewell."

"Farewell, happy fields, Where joy forever dwells; hail, horrors!"

"Gude nicht, and joy be wi' you a'."

"Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell, my Jean, Where heartsome wi' thee I hae mony day been: For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more, We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more."

"Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been— A sound which makes us linger;—yet—farewell!"

""Farewell!" For in that word—that fatal word—howe'er We promise—hope—believe—there breathes despair."

"Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well."

""Adieu," she cries, and waved her lily hand."

"Friend, ahoy! Farewell! farewell! Grief unto grief, joy unto joy, Greeting and help the echoes tell Faint, but eternal—Friend, ahoy!"

"He turn'd 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."