Adieu, mes amis. Je vais la gloire. (Farewell, my friends I go to glory)
Adieu, mes amis. Je vais la gloire. (Farewell, my friends I go to glory)
He turn'd his charger as he spake, Upon the river shore, He gave his bridle reins a shake, Said, 'Adieu for evermore, my love, And adieu for evermore.'
Adieu she cries and waved her lily hand.
Farewell then, all the world, adieu!
The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be, for when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
O tyrant love, when held by you, We may to prudence bid adieu.
Adieu adieu my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue.
She's such a gutsy filly. I thought she could have won the Spinaway if she got outside earlier because she and Adieu are pretty evenly matched on ability.
We bade adieu to love the old;
We heard another lover then,
Whose forms are myriad and untold,
Sigh to us from the hearts of men.
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, And adieu for evermore.'
I say,
To buy his favour, I extend this friendship;
If he will take it, so; if not, adieu;
And, for my love, I pray you wrong me not.
The world is going; dark world, adieu!
One kind kiss before we part, Drop a tear and bid adieu Though we sever, my fond heart Till we meet shall pant for you.
Then, England's ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu;
My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet!
So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.
The moment the very name of Ireland is mentioned, the English seem to bid adieu to common feeling, common prudence, and common sense, and to act with the barbarity of tyrants, and the fatuity of idiots.
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