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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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LXIV.

Mag.
Why, so there ever was, when Magnus fought,
Oft have I dealt destruction through the host;
Through crossing swords, e'en like a fiend distraught,
Hath Magnus pressing wrought his foemen loaste.
As when a tempest vexeth sore the coast,
The sounding surge the sandy strand doth tear,
So have I in the war the javelin toss'd,
Full many a champion's breast received my spear.

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My shield, like summer marshy gronfer droke,
My deadly spear is like a lightning-melted oak.