The Exile's Farewell

Farewell, Old England's shores!
Farewell her rugged men!
Now, sailors, strain your oars!
I ne'er will look again.
I 've liv'd - I 've sought - I 've seen -
Oh, things I love too well,
Upon these shores of green:
So, England! long farewell!
Farewell!

I go, - what matter where?
The Exile, when he flies,
Thinks not of other air, -
Dreams not of alien skies:
He seeks but to depart
From the land he loves too well,
From thoughts that smite his heart:
So, England! long farewell!
Farewell!

O'er lands and the lonely main,
A lonelier man, I roam,
To seek some balm for pain,
Perhaps to find a home:
I go, - but Time nor tide,
Nor all that tongue may tell,
Shall e'er from thee divide
My heart, - and so, farewell!
Old England, fare thee well!

Barry Cornwall (Bryan Walter Procter) . 1787-1874

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Poetry of Cornwall

Barry Cornwall
born 1787, died 1874

Pseudonym of
Bryan Walter Procter

Poems

The Prophet
The Exile's Farewell
London
Within And Without
A Pauper's Funeral
The Poor House
Il Penseroso And L' Allegro
The Song Of A Felon's Wife

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