I can suck melancholy out of a song.
Shakespeare.—As You Like it, Act II. Scene 5. (Jaques to Amiens.)
Pale melancholy sat retired.
Collins.—The Passions, Line 57.
Here rests his head upon the lap of earth,
Fair science frown’d
not on his humble birth,
Gray.—Elegy, Verse 30.
MELROSE.—And he a solemn sacred plight,
Did to St. Bride of Douglas make,
That he a pilgrimage
would take
To Melrose Abbey—
Scott.—Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto VI. Verse 27.
If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright,
Go visit it by the pale moonlight;
For the gay beams of lightsome
day,
Gild, but to flout, the ruins grey.
Ibid.—Canto II. Verse 1.