Thomas Chatterton Poems
- A New Song Ah blame me not, Catcott, if from the right way ...
- A Hymn For Christmas Day Almighty Framer of the Skies! O ...
- February Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies ...
- Ælla, A Tragical Interlude (Ex... FYRSTE MYNSTRELLE... ...
- Colin Instructed Young Colin was as stout a boy As ever ...
- Eclogues Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge ...
- Apostate Will In days of old, when Wesley's power Gathered ...
Thomas Chatterton was born in Bristol on November 20, 1752 and is generally regarded as the first Romantic poet in English.
Throughout his early childhood Chatterton showed no signs of talent. He was regarded as little better than an idiot until he was about six and a half years old, because he would learn nothing, refused to play with other children, and spent most of his time brooding in silence. He was expelled from his first school as a dullard.
It appears that he underwent a considerable transformation in his seventh year. The story goes that one day he found his mother tearing up for waste paper some old music folios which had been brought home from the church ... more »
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''There is a time for all thingsExcept Marriage my dear.''Thomas Chatterton (1752-1770), British poet. Reply, April 9, 1770, to a note from an admirer who bids him be patient, "for there is a time for all thi...
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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;...