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

— George Gordon Byron

Fare Thee Well http://readytogoebooks.com/LB-FTW46.htm, st. 1 (1816).
Context: Fare thee well! and if forever,
Still forever, fare thee well:
Even though unforgiving, never
'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.

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English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement 1788–1824

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Fare thee well, my countrymen, we are gong afar!
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That raised thee o'er the brute.
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T were vain to tell, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

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