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. 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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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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