Samuel Rogers

(30 July 1763 – 18 December 1855)

To --- - Poem by Samuel Rogers

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.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 3, 2010



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