...voice that thrills of transport gave, Now sik'iit as the grass that tufts their grave! TO Go—you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my...charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay. TO AN OLD OAK. TRUNK of a Giant now no more ! Once did thy limbs to heaven aspire ; Once, by a track...

...stone upon another! As if the spoiler had fallen back in fear, And, turning, left them to the elements. ӹ F. N ͦ V ^ >rҢ ʓ ݸ j *J ~ ) + J 20 uY j u B 4 1sAR I There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if 1 could, be gay. Oh, if you knew the pensive...

...calls us, in Candide, I think, " les Anglais qui ne rient pas." It was an English poet who wrote : " There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay." Of the triple race that inhabits Great Britain, there are many characteristic remarks extant. Lord...

...Thy thoughts belong to heaven and thee ! And may the secret of thy soul Remain within its sanctuary ! TO Go — you may call it madness, folly ; You shall...charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay. 0, if you knew the pensive pleasure That fills my bosom when I sigh, You would not rob me of a treasure...

...itself 'Twixt heav'n and earth, like envy between man And man — and is an everlasting mist. Byron. Go, you may call it madness — folly — You shall...charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay! Rogers. 428 ME1IORY. MEMORY. LET not a death, unwept, unhonour'd, be The melancholy fate allotted me!...

...thinking of poor Pergolese's untimely death. " Go, you may call it madness, folly, You'cnnnot'chase my gloom away, There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if 1 could, be gay. Ah ! did you know what pensive pleasure Kends my bosom when I sigh, You would not...

...Nel. I suppose poor fellow as regarde melancholy, he did not coincide with the poet — i " There is a charm in melancholy, I would not if I could be gay . . me* second time, when it was intimated to him that I was unwell or undressed, as he well knew,...

...feeling flows ; For all that life endears — to you she owes. TO • * * • *. — A FAREWELL. 281 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. 0, if you knew the pensive pleasure...

...things ! To you, unchecked, each genuine feeling flows ; For all that life endears — to you she owes. Go — you may call it madness, folly ; You shall not chase my gloom away. There 's such a charm in melancholy 7 I would not, if I could, be gay. 0, if you knew the pensive pleasure...

...These simple joys, that never fail, Shall bind me to my native vale. MELANCHOLY. SAMVBI. lioiiF.ns. Go ! you may call it madness, folly — You shall...pensive pleasure That fills my bosom when I sigh, MISCELLANEOUS SONGS, THE TAMBOUKINE SONG. From the " Lump of Gold ; and other Poems," by CDABLES MACKIT....