 | 1806 - 560 str.
...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... | |
 | 1806 - 540 str.
...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... | |
 | Panorama - 1809 - 368 str.
...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,... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1816 - 260 str.
...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... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1816 - 276 str.
...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... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1822 - 340 str.
...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... | |
 | Horace Smith - 1825 - 370 str.
...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... | |
 | Horace Smith - 1825 - 374 str.
...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... | |
 | Horace Smith - 1825 - 372 str.
...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... | |
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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. 
