Poem by Samuel Rogers

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
Monarchs are too poor to buy. 

1. Italy: 26. The Campagna of Florence
2. Italy: 50. Genoa
3. An Epistle to a Friend
4. Italy: 27. The Pilgrim
5. Italy: 10. Como

Joseph Drake To --- ("When that eye of light shall in darkness fall")

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