...your Country, and your God ! Go — you may call it madness, folly, You shall not chase my gloom away, There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay. Oh ! if you knew the pensive pleasure, " That fills my bosom when I sigh, You would not rob me of a...

...impending storm ! One dreadful phalanx, Britons, form : Friends to your King, your Country, and your God I There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay. Go—you may call it madness, folly, You shall not chase my gloom away, Oh ! if you knew the pensive...

...CHERISHED LOVE, GO — you may call it madness, folly, You shall not chase my gloom away, There's snch a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay. Oh ! if you knew the peusive pleasure, That fills my bosom when I sigh, You would not rob me of a treasure,...

...Miller of Mansfield." To Go — you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away. There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay. Oh, if you knew the pensive pleasure That fills my bosom when I sigh, You would not rob me of a treasure...

...Miller of Mansfield." To Go — you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away. There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay. Oh, if you knew the pensive pleasure That fills my bosom when I sigh, You would not rob me of a treasure...

...they retort : — Go — you may call it madness — folly — You shall not chase my gloom away ; There's such a charm in melancholy— I would not if I could, be gay 1' We must here terminate our account of this very interesting performance. The medical reader will...

...Miller of Mansfield." To Go — you may call it madness, folly ; You shall not chase my gloom away. There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay. Oh, if you knew the pensive pleasure That fills my bosom when I sigh, You would not rob me of a treasure...

...the language of Rogers — " Go, you may call it madness, folly, You shall not steal away my rest ; There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be blest. Oh if you knew the pensive pleasure That fills my bosom when I sigh, You would not rob me of...

...language of Rogers — " Go, you may call it madness, folly, You shall not steal away my rest ; There 's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be blest. Oh if you knew the pensive pleasure That fills my bosom when I sigh, You would not rob me of...

...the language of Rogers— "" Go, you may call it madness, folly, You shall not steal away my rest; There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, ,if I could, he blest. Oh if you knew the pensive pleasure That fills my hosom when I sigh, You would not roh me...