Thomas Chatterton

(1752 - 1770 / Bristol / England)

Thomas Chatterton Poems

1. The Accounte Of W. Canynges Feast 4/1/2010
2. Onn John A Dalbenie 4/1/2010
3. Songe To Aella, Lorde Of The Castel Of Brystowe Ynne Daies Of Yore 4/1/2010
4. The Churchwarden And The Apparition: A Fable 4/1/2010
5. On The Same (Oure Ladies Chyrche) 4/1/2010
6. On The Last Epiphany (Or Christ Coming To Judgment) 4/1/2010
7. The Tournament. An Interlude 4/1/2010
8. Onn Oure Ladies Chyrche 4/1/2010
9. The Gouler's Requiem 4/1/2010
10. The Romance Of The Knight 4/1/2010
11. The Storie Of William Canynge 4/1/2010
12. On Happienesse 4/1/2010
13. Picture Of Autumn 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 Hymn For Christmas Day

Almighty Framer of the Skies!
O let our pure devotion rise,
Like Incense in thy Sight!
Wrapt in impenetrable Shade
The Texture of our Souls were made
Till thy Command gave light.
The Sun of Glory gleam'd the Ray,
Refin'd the Darkness into Day,
And bid the Vapours fly;
Impell'd by his eternal Love
He left his Palaces above
To cheer our gloomy Sky.

How shall we celebrate the day,
When God appeared in mortal clay,
The mark of worldly scorn;
When the Archangel's heavenly Lays,
Attempted the Redeemer's Praise
And hail'd ...

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February

Begin, my muse, the imitative lay,
Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string;
Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay,
Let me like midnight cats, or Collins sing.
If in the trammels of the doleful line
The bounding hail, or drilling rain descend;
Come, brooding Melancholy, pow'r divine,
And ev'ry unform'd mass of words amend.

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