Thomas Chatterton

(1752 - 1770 / Bristol / England)

Thomas Chatterton Poems

41. Colin Instructed 1/1/2004
42. Apostate Will 1/1/2004
43. Ælla, A Tragical Interlude (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
44. Eclogues 1/1/2004
45. February 1/1/2004
46. A Hymn For Christmas Day 1/1/2004
47. A New Song 1/1/2004

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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;...

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Song From Aella

O SING unto my roundelay,
O drop the briny tear with me;
Dance no more at holyday,
Like a running river be:
   My love is dead,
   Gone to his death-bed
All under the willow-tree.

Black his cryne as the winter night,

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