Thomas Chatterton

(1752 - 1770 / Bristol / England)

Thomas Chatterton Poems

1. Onn John A Dalbenie 4/1/2010
2. The Accounte Of W. Canynges Feast 4/1/2010
3. The Churchwarden And The Apparition: A Fable 4/1/2010
4. On The Same (Oure Ladies Chyrche) 4/1/2010
5. Songe To Aella, Lorde Of The Castel Of Brystowe Ynne Daies Of Yore 4/1/2010
6. On The Last Epiphany (Or Christ Coming To Judgment) 4/1/2010
7. Onn Oure Ladies Chyrche 4/1/2010
8. The Tournament. An Interlude 4/1/2010
9. The Storie Of William Canynge 4/1/2010
10. The Gouler's Requiem 4/1/2010
11. On Happienesse 4/1/2010
12. Picture Of Autumn 4/1/2010
13. The Romance Of The Knight 4/1/2010
14. Heccar And Gaira 1/1/2004
15. Narva And Mored 1/1/2004
16. The Methodist 1/1/2004
17. Sly Dick 1/1/2004
18. The Death Of Nicou 1/1/2004
19. The Resignation 1/1/2004
20. Song From Aella 1/4/2003
21. Ælla, A Tragical Interlude - Act Ii 4/1/2010
22. Ælla, A Tragical Interlude - Act Iv 4/1/2010
23. Eclogue The First 4/1/2010
24. Eclogue The Second 4/1/2010
25. Eclogue The Third 4/1/2010
26. Epitaph On Robert Canynge 4/1/2010
27. Ælla, A Tragical Interlude - Act I 4/1/2010
28. Bristowe Tragedie: Or The Dethe Of Syr Charles Badwin 4/1/2010
29. Ælla, A Tragical Interlude - Act Iii 4/1/2010
30. The Advice 1/1/2004
31. Elegy On The Death Of Mr. Phillips 4/1/2010
32. Englysh Metamorphosis 4/1/2010
33. Battle Of Hastings - Ii 4/1/2010
34. Goddwyn; A Tragedie 4/1/2010
35. Ælla, A Tragical Interlude - Entroductionne 4/1/2010
36. Elinoure And Juga 4/1/2010
37. Battle Of Hastings - I 4/1/2010
38. The Copernican System 1/1/2004
39. Chatterton's Will 1/1/2004
40. An Excelente Balade Of Charitie: As Wroten Bie The Gode Pri 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Thomas Chatterton

A New Song

Ah blame me not, Catcott, if from the right way
My notions and actions run far.
How can my ideas do other but stray,
Deprived of their ruling North-Star?

A blame me not, Broderip, if mounted aloft,
I chatter and spoil the dull air;
How can I imagine thy foppery soft,
When discord's the voice of my fair?

If Turner remitted my bluster and rhymes,
If Hardind was girlish and cold,
If never an ogle was got from Miss Grimes,
If Flavia was blasted and old;

I chose without liking, and left without pain,
Nor welcomed the frown with a sigh;...

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Apostate Will

In days of old, when Wesley's power
Gathered new strength by every hour;
Apostate Will, just sunk in trade,
Resolved his bargain should be made;
Then strait to Wesley he repairs,
And puts on grave and solemn airs;
Then thus the pious man addressed.
Good sir, I think your doctrine best;
Your servant will a Wesley be,

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