The king of Babylon stood at the parting of the way.
We only part to meet again.
Gay—Black-eyed Susan. St. 4.
Excuse me, then! you know my heart;
But dearest friends, alas! must part.
Gay—The Hare and Many Friends. L. 61.
Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said
Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days
That are no more, and shall no more return.
Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed;
I stay a little longer, as one stays
To cover up the embers that still burn.
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| work = Three Friends of Mine. Pt. IV.
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Shall never part.
New England Primer. (1814)
If we must part forever,
Give me but one kind word to think upon.
And please myself with, while my heart's breaking.
Thos. Otway—The Orphan. Act III. Sc. 1.
Shall I bid her goe? what and if I doe?
Shall I bid her goe and spare not?
Oh no, no, no, I dare not.
Thomas Percy—Reliques. Corydon's Farewell to Phillis.
Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart,
And often took leave; but was loth to part.
Prior—The Thief and the Cordelier.
But in vain she did conjure him,
To depart her presence so,
Having a thousand tongues t' allure him
And but one to bid him go.
When lips invite,
And eyes delight,
And cheeks as fresh as rose in June,
Persuade delay,—
What boots to say
Forego me now, come to me soon.
Sir Walter Raleigh—Dulcina. See Cayley's Life of Raleigh. Vol. I. Ch. III.
Say good-bye er howdy-do—
What's the odds betwixt the two?
Comin'—goin'-'-every day—
Best friends first to go away—
Grasp of hands you'd ruther hold
Than their weight in solid gold,
Slips their grip while greetin' you,—
Say good-bye er howdy-do?
James Whitcomb Riley—Oood-Bye er HowdyDo.
If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.
Julius Casar. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 121.
They say he parted well, and paid his score;
And so, God be with him!
Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 8. L. 52.
Good-night, good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good-night till it be morrow.
Gone—flitted away,
Taken the stars from the night and the sun
From the day!
Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
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She went and left in me
The pang of all the partings gone,
And partings yet to be.
Francis Thompson—Daisy. St. 12.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
Young—Love of Fame. Satire II. L. 232.
PARTRIDGE
Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants!
And ah, ye poachers!—’Tis no sport for peasants.
| author = Byron
| work = Don Juan. Canto XIII. St. 75.
Or have you mark'd a partridge quake,
Viewing the towering falcon nigh?
She cuddles low behind the brake:
Nor would she stay; nor dares she fly.
Prior—The Dove. St. 14.
Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest,
But may imagine how the bird was dead,
Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak?
Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 191.
Like as a feareful partridge, that is fledd
From the sharpe hauke which her attacked neare,
And falls to ground to seeke for succor theare,
Whereas the hungry spaniells she does spye,
With greedy jawes her ready for to teare.
Spenser—Faerie Queene. Bk. III. Canto
vni. St. 33.
PASSION
Fountain-heads and pathless groves,
Places which pale passion loves!
| author = Beaumont and Fletcher
| work = The Nice Vallmr.
y Song. Act III. Sc. 3.
Only I discern
Infinite passion, and the pain
Of finite hearts that yearn.
Robert Browning—Two in the Campagna.
St. 12.
For one heat, all know, doth drive out another,
One passion doth expel another still.
George Chapman—Monsieur D'Olwe. Act
V. Sc. 1. L. 8.
Filled with fury, rapt, inspir"d.
Collins—The Passions. L. 10.
