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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
Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)

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Vol. I.
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VOL. II.
  
BRISTOWE TRAGEDIE;
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ÆLLA,
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GODDWYN.
  
ENGLISH METAMORPHOSIS.
  
AN EXCELENTE BALADE OF CHARITIE
  
TO JOHNE LADGATE.
  
SONGE TO ÆLLA,
  
THE UNDERWRITTEN LINES WERE COMPOSED BY JOHN LADGATE, A PRIEST IN LONDON,
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THE TOURNAMENT.
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BATTLE OF HASTINGS. (No. I.)
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BATTLE OF HASTINGS. (No. II.)
  
THE ROMAUNTE OF THE CNYGHTE.
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ECLOGUES.
  
ELINOURE AND JUGA.
  
THE STORIE OF WILLIAM CANYNGE.
  
ON OUR LADY'S CHURCH.
  
ON THE SAME.
  
ON THE DEDICATION OF OUR LADY'S CHURCH.
  
FRAGMENT
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THE PARLIAMENT OF SPRITES.
  
Introduction by Queen Mab.
  
To John Carpenter, Bishop of Worcester.
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Sprites of Elle, Bythrycke, Fitz-hardynge, Frampton, Gaunte, Segowen, Lamyngeton, a Knight Templar, and Byrtonne. (By Rowlie.)
  
ON THE MYNSTER.
  
THE WORLD.
  
ONE CANTO OF AN ANCIENT POEM, CALLED THE UKNOWN KNIGHT OR THE TOURNAMENT.
  
THE FREERE OF ORDERYS WHYTE.
  
DIALOGUE,
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THE MERRIE TRICKES OF LAMYNGETOWNE.
  
SONGE OF SEYNCTE BALDYWYNNE.
  
SONGE OF SEYNCTE WARBURGHE.
  
SANCTE WARBUR.
  
WARRE.
  
A CHRONYCALLE OF BRYSTOWE.
  
ON HAPPIENESSE.
  
THE GOULER'S REQUIEM.
  
ONN JOHN A DALBENIE.
  
HEREAUDYN.
  
EPITAPH ON ROBERT CANYNGE.
  
THE ACCOUNTE OF W. CANYNGES FEAST.
  
FRAGMENT OF A POEM BY ROWLEY.
  
FRAGMENT OF A POEM BY ROWLEY:
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APPENDIX.

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LXXX.

[Æl.]
There is no house, throughout this fate-scourged isle,
That hath not lost some kin in these fell fights;
Fat blood hath surfeited the hungry soil,
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And towns aflame have gleamed upon the nights.
In robe of fire our holy church they dights,
Our sons lie smothered in their smoking gore;
Up by the roots our tree of life they pights,
Vexing our coast, as billows do the shore.
Ye men, if ye are men, display your name,
Consume their troops, as doth the roaring tempest flame.

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