“Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.”
“Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.”
“Good night, good night, parting is such sweet sorrow,' she whispered'That I shall say good night till it be morrow,' Harry replied.”
“Then I shall bid thee goodnight, my dear. Sweet pixies watch over the dusty moonlight of your dreams, Jessameine.”
“We are always parting! It's supposed to be sweet sorrow or something, isn't it? Those poets. They'll say anything.”
“Memory haunts me from age to age, and passion leads me by the hand--evil have I done, and with sorrow have I made acquaintance from age to age, and from age to age evil shall I do, and sorrow shall I know till my redemption comes.”