Thomas Chatterton's Poetry, by title

• A Hymn for Christmas Day

  Almighty Framer of the Skies!
  

  43 lines, 1 comment
• A New Song

  Ah blame me not, Catcott, if from the right way
  My notions and actions run far.

  28 lines, 1 comment
• An Excelente Balade of Charitie: As Wroten bie the Gode Pri

  In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan sheene,
  And hotte upon the mees did caste his raie;

  91 lines, 2 comments
• Apostate Will

  In days of old, when Wesley's power
  Gathered new strength by every hour;

  54 lines, 1 comment
• Battle Of Hastings - I

  O CHRYSTE, it is a grief for me to tell;
  HOW manie a nobil erle and valrous knyghte

  619 lines
• Battle Of Hastings - II

  OH Truth! immortal daughter of the skies,
  Too lyttle known to wryters of these daies,

  722 lines
• Bristowe Tragedie: Or The Dethe Of Syr Charles Badwin

  THE featherd songster chaunticleer
  Han wounde hys bugle horne,

  391 lines
• Chatterton's Will

  Burgum, I thank thee, thou hast let me see
  That Bristol has impress'd her stamp on thee,

  77 lines, 2 comments
• Colin Instructed

  Young Colin was as stout a boy
  As ever gave a maiden joy;

  13 lines, 1 comment
• Eclogue The First

  WHANNE Englonde, smeethynge  from her lethal  wound;
  From her galled necke dyd twytte  the chayne awaie,

  64 lines
• Eclogue The Second

  SPRYTES  of the bleste, the pious Nygelle sed,
  Poure owte yer pleasaunce  onn mie fadres hedde.

  87 lines
• Eclogue The Third

  Wouldst thou kenn Nature in her better parte?
  Goe, serche the logges  and bordels  of the hynde ;

  127 lines
• Eclogues

  *Eclogue the First.*
  Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde,

  271 lines, 3 comments
• Elegy On The Death Of Mr. Phillips

  No more I hail the morning's golden gleam,
  No more the wonders of the view I sing;

  163 lines, 1 comment
• Elinoure And Juga

  ONNE Ruddeborne  bank twa pynynge Maydens sate,
  Theire teares faste dryppeynge to the waterre cleere;

  54 lines
• Englysh Metamorphosis

  BOOKE st.
  WHANNE Scythyannes, salvage as the wolves theie chacde,

  110 lines
• Epitaph On Robert Canynge

  THYS mornynge starre of Radcleves rysynge raie,
  A true manne good of mynde and Canynge hyghte,

  9 lines
• February

  Begin, my muse, the imitative lay,
  Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string;

  76 lines, 1 comment
• Goddwyn; A Tragedie

  PERSONS REPRESENTED.
  HAROLDE, bie T. Rowleie, the Aucthoure.

  299 lines
• Heccar and Gaira

  Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave,
  Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave;

  104 lines, 1 comment
• Narva and Mored

  Recite the loves of Narva and Mored
  The priest of Chalma's triple idol said.

  105 lines, 1 comment
• On Happienesse

  MAIE Selynesse on erthes boundes bee hadde?
  Maie yt adyghte yn human shape bee founde?

  13 lines
• On The Last Epiphany (Or Christ Coming To Judgment)

  Behold! just coming from above,
  The judge, with majesty and love!

  16 lines
• On The Same (Oure Ladies Chyrche)

  STAY, curyous traveller, and pass not bye,
  Until this fetive pile astounde thine eye.

  23 lines
• Onn John A Dalbenie

  Johne makes a jarre 'boute
    Lancaster and Yorke.

  3 lines
• Onn Oure Ladies Chyrche

  AS onn a hylle one eve sittynge,
  At oure Ladie's Chyrche mouche wonderynge,

  21 lines
• Picture of Autumn

  When autumn, bleak and sun-burnt, do appear,
  With his gold hand gilting the falling leaf,

  12 lines
• Sly Dick

  Sharp was the frost, the wind was high
  And sparkling stars bedeckt the sky

  40 lines, 1 comment
• Songe To Aella, Lorde Of The Castel Of Brystowe Ynne Daies Of Yore

  To JOHNE LADGATE.
  WELL thanne, goode Johne, sythe ytt must needes be soe,

  50 lines
• The Accounte Of W. Canynges Feast

  THOROWE the halle the belle han sounde;
  Byelecoyle doe the Grave beseeme;

  11 lines

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