English

Farewell, the bell upon a ram's neck hung,
Farewell, the rustic song by shepherd sung;
Farewell, the hungry falcon's cat-like note,
As down the glade he stoops for mouse or stoat;
Farewell, the fearful lapwing's chiding quest,
When Rover ranges near, too near, her nest;
Farewell, the jetty raven's scornful scoff,
Who, proud, to prouder man cries out "off, off',
So fancy forms his ill-betiding croak;
And thou, farewell, that from the hollow oak,
The bird of wisdom cleped, does send around

Farewell, O Prince; farewell, O sorely tried!
You dreamed a dream and you have paid the cost:
To save a people leaders must be lost,
By foe and followers be crucified.
Yet 'tis your body only that has died,
The noblest soul in Judah is not dust
But fire that works in every vein and must
Reshape our life, rekindling Israel's pride.
So we behold the captain of our strife
Triumphant in the moment of eclipse;
Death has but fixed him in immortal life,
His flag upheld, his trumpet at his lips,

Farewell now, poesy's secret cell, thy ordered grace,
Hendre Fechan, farewell.
Ye books which of song's mysteries tell,
Songs radiant fair, to you farewell.

A house was mine wherein secure my life to lead,
That should till death endure,
Food, drink, and fire, provision sure—
God's grace did all my needs procure.

In place of Hendre's hampering business vain, in place
Of this world's moil and pain,
A Homestead new I shall attain
In Heaven, nor earthward turn again.

Ode

Farewell , my Sweete, untill I come,
Improved in Merritt, for thy sake,
With Characters of honour Home,
Such, as thou canst not then but take.

To Loyaltie my Love must bow,
My Honour too calls to the feild,
Where, for a Ladyes buske, I now
Must keene, and sturdy Iron weild.

Yet, when I rush into those Armes,
Where Death, and Danger do combine,
I shall lesse subject be to Harmes,

Farewell, Love, and all thy laws for ever:
Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more;
Senec and Plato call me from thy lore,
To perfect wealth my wit for to endeavour.
In blind error when I did persever,

Thy sharp repulse, that pricketh ay so sore,
Hath taught me to set in trifles no store,
And scape forth, since liberty is lever.
Therefore, farewell: go trouble younger hearts,
And in me claim no more authority;
With idle youth go use thy property,
And thereon spend thy many brittle darts;

Farewell, incomparable element,
Whence man arose, where he shall not return;
And hail, imperfect urn
Of his last ashes, and his firstborn fruit;
Farewell, the long pursuit,
And all the adventures of his discontent;
The voyages which sent
His heart averse from home:
Metal of clay, permit him that he come
To thy slow-burning fire as to a hearth;
Accept him as a particle of earth.

Fire, being divided from the other three,
It lives removed, or secret at the core;
Most subtle of the four,

Farewell! for now a stormy morn and dark
The hour of greeting and of parting brings;
Already on the rising wind yon bark
Spreads her impatient wings.

Too hasty keel, a little while delay!
A moment tarry, O thou hurrying dawn!
For long and sad will be the mourners' day
When their beloved is gone.

But vain the hands that beckon from the shore:
Alike our passion and our grief are vain.
Behind him lies our little world: before
The illimitable main.

Yet, none the less, about his moving bed

" Farewell, farewell, my pretty maid,
Fare-thee-well for a while;
For I'm going away ten thousand miles,
Ten thousand miles from here.

" Who will shoe your bonny feet,
And who will glove your hand?
Who will kiss your red, rosy lips,
While I'm in some foreign land? "

" My father will shoe my bonny little feet,
My mother will glove my hand;
But my red, rosy lips shall go wanting,
Till you return again. "

" You know a crow is a coal, coal black,
And turns to a purple blue;

Farewell, false love, the oracle of lies,
A mortal foe and enemy to rest;
An envious boy, from whom all cares arise,
A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed;
A way of error, a temple full of treason,
In all effects contrary unto reason.

A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers,
Mother of sighs and murtherer of repose,
A sea of sorrows from whence are drawn such showers
As moisture lends to every grief that grows;
A school of guile, a net of deep deceit,
A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait.

Farewell false friends, farewell ill wine,
Farewell all women with design,
Farewell all pretty cheating pranks,
Farewell lotteries, farewell banks;
And England, I in leaving thee
May say farewell to poverty.
Adieu! where'er I go, I'm sure to find
Nothing so ill as that I leave behind.

Farewell a nation without sense,
Farewell Exchequer without pence,
Farewell army with bare feet,
Farewell navy without meat,
Farewell writing, fighting, beaus,
And farewell useless Plenipo's.
Adieu! etc.