Thomas Chatterton

(1752 - 1770 / Bristol / England)

Thomas Chatterton Poems

41. An Excelente Balade Of Charitie: As Wroten Bie The Gode Pri 1/1/2004
42. Apostate Will 1/1/2004
43. Ælla, A Tragical Interlude (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
44. Eclogues 1/1/2004
45. A New Song 1/1/2004
46. A Hymn For Christmas Day 1/1/2004
47. February 1/1/2004

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Best Poem of Thomas Chatterton


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.

Now the rough goat withdraws his curling horns,
And the cold wat'rer twirls his circling mop:
Swift sudden anguish darts thro' alt'ring corns,
And the spruce mercer trembles in his shop.

Now infant authors, madd'ning ...

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Heccar And Gaira

Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave,
Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave;
Where the sharp rocks, in distant horror seen,
Drive the white currents thro' the spreading green;
Where the loud tiger, pawing in his rage,
Bids the black archers of the wilds engage;
Stretch'd on the sand, two panting warriors lay,
In all the burning torments of the day;
Their bloody jav'lins reeked one living steam,

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