Poems About: FAREWELL

In this page, poems on / about “farewell” are listed.

  • 37.
    Rondel

    Goodbye! the tears are in my eyes;
    Farewell, farewell, my prettiest;
    Farewell, of women born the best;
    Good-bye! the saddest of good-byes. read more »

    François Villon
  • 38.
    The Farewell

    Farewell, my native dells and bowers,
    Farewell ye fragrant scented flowers;
    No more your dewy tints I twine,
    My love to deck- with garland fine; read more »

    Samuel Bamford
  • 39.
    Farewell

    As we travel Life's weary journey,
    And plod through the gathering years,
    With our burdens of care and sorrow,
    O'er a pathway bedewed with tears. read more »

    Thomas E. Spencer
  • 40.
    Farewell To Summer

    SUMMER is fading; the broad leaves that grew
    So freshly green, when June was young, are falling;
    And, all the whisper-haunted forest through, read more »

    George Arnold
  • 41.
    Hello Have Mercy - Farewell Have Mercy

    Hello have mercy
    farewell have mercy
    hello memory farewell
    hello misery farewell read more »

    Gregory Allen Uhan
  • 42.
    Goodbye…Farewell!

    I wanted to say ‘goodbye.'
    But it was hard for me to
    Shoot for the stars.
    A heart so tempered read more »

    IkpoBari MeneSENEWO
  • 43.
    Farewell

    Farewell, my friend,
    Adieu, Mon Ami.
    I say to you,
    “I Bid Well, read more »

    Aditya Tapshalkar
  • 44.
    We Said Goodbye

    We said goodbye
    Long before this final farewell.
    My heart once cold to any thought
    Of you, read more »

    Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
  • 45.
    Farewell! If Ever Fondest Prayer

    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. read more »

    George Gordon Lord Byron
  • 46.
    Set Free

    Set free.
    Set Free.
    Let thou flee.
    To the warmth of east. read more »

    Caco Coli
  • 47.
    Farewell to Bath

    To all you ladies now at Bath,
    And eke, ye beaux, to you,
    With aching heart, and wat'ry eyes,
    I bid my last adieu. read more »

    Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
  • 48.
    Villanelle

    We said farewell, my youth and I,
    When all fair dreams were gone or going,
    And Love's red lips were cold and dry. read more »

    Victor Daley
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