The Poetical Works of Thomas Chatterton with an essay on the Rowley poems by the Rev. Walter W. Skeat and a memoir by Edward Bell |
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TO A FRIEND.
March 6th, 1768.
Dear Friend,
I have received both your favours—The Muse alone must tell my joy.
O'erwhelm'd with pleasure at the joyful news,I strung the chorded shell, and woke the Muse.
Begin, O Servant of the Sacred Nine!
And echo joy through every nervous line;
Bring down th'ethereal choir to aid the song;
Let boundless raptures smoothly glide along.
My Baker's well! Oh words of sweet delight!
Now! now! my Muse, soar up th'Olympic height.
What wondrous numbers can the Goddess find
To paint th'ecstatic raptures of my mind?
I leave it to a Goddess more divine,
The beauteous Hoyland shall employ my line.
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