Thomas Chatterton Poems (29 Poems)
Battle Of Hastings – I (Thomas Chatterton Poems)
O CHRYSTE, it is a grief for me to tell;HOW manie a nobil erle and valrous knyghteIn fyghtynge for Kynge Harrold noblie fell,Al sleyne in Hastyngs feeld in bloudie fyghte.O sea! our teeming donore han thy floude,Han anie fructuous entendement,Thou … Continue reading
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SCENE I.CELMONDE, att BRYSTOWE.Before yonne roddie sonne has droove hys wayneThrowe halfe hys joornie, dyghte yn gites of goulde,Mee, happeless mee, hee wylle a wretche behoulde,Mieselfe, and al that’s myne, bounde ynn myschaunces chayne.Ah! Birtha, whie dydde Nature frame thee … Continue reading
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SCENE IMAGNUS, HURRA, and HIE PREESTE, wyth the ARMIE, neare Watchette.MAGNUS.Swythe lette the offrendes to the Goddes begynne,To knowe of hem the issue of the fyghte.Potte the blodde-steyned sword and pavyes ynne;Spreade swythyn all arounde the hallie lyghte.HIE PREESTE syngeth.Yee, … Continue reading
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SCENE I.BRISTOWE.BIRTHA.Gentle Egwina, do notte preche me joie;I cannotte joie ynne anie thynge botte weere .Oh! yatte aughte schulde oure selynesse destroie,Floddynge the face wythe woe, and brynie teare!EGWINA.You muste, you muste endeavour for to cheereYoure harte unto somme cherisaunied … Continue reading
Bristowe Tragedie: Or The Dethe Of Syr Charles Badwin (Thomas Chatterton Poems)
THE featherd songster chaunticleerHan wounde hys bugle horne,And tolde the earlie villagerThe commynge of the morne.Kynge EDWARDE sawe the ruddie streakesOf lyghte eclypse the greie;And herde the raven’s crokynge throteProclayme the fated daie.‘Thou’rt ryght,’ quod hee, ‘for, by the GoddeThat … Continue reading
Chatterton’s Will (Thomas Chatterton Poems)
Burgum, I thank thee, thou hast let me seeThat Bristol has impress’d her stamp on thee,Thy generous spirit emulates the Mayor’s,Thy generous spirit with thy Bristol’s pairs.Gods! what would Burgum give to get a name,And snatch his blundering dialect from … Continue reading
Elegy On The Death Of Mr. Phillips (Thomas Chatterton Poems)
No more I hail the morning’s golden gleam,No more the wonders of the view I sing;Friendship requires a melancholy theme,At her command the awful lyre I string! Now as I wander through this leafless grove,Where tempests howl, and blasts eternal … Continue reading
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SCENE I.AT BRYSTOWE. (Thomas Chatterton)
Eclogue The Second (Thomas Chatterton Poems)
SPRYTES of the bleste, the pious Nygelle sed,Poure owte yer pleasaunce onn mie fadres hedde.Rycharde of Lyons harte to fyghte is gon,Uponne the brede sea doe the banners gleme ;The amenused nationnes be aston ,To ken syke large a flete, … Continue reading
Eclogue The Third (Thomas Chatterton Poems)
Wouldst thou kenn Nature in her better parte?Goe, serche the logges and bordels of the hynde ;Gyfe theye have anie, itte ys roughe-made arte,Inne hem you see the blakied forme of kynde .Haveth your mind a lycheynge of a mynde?Woulde … Continue reading
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