Lord Byron Farewell Quotations

There is pleasure in the pathless woods.

Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so, Not for thy faults, but mine.

Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land-Good Night!

Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave, Then some leap'd overboard with fearful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave.

I only know we loved in vain; I only feel-farewell! farewell!

Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.

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