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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.
 I. 
BATTLE OF HASTINGS. (No. I.)
 II. 
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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II.

God.
I know thy sprite full well; gentle thou art,
Strong, dreadful, rough, as smoking armies seem;
Yet oft, I fear, thy heat's too great a part,
And that thy counsel's oft born down by breme.
What tidings from the king?

Har.
His Normans know;
I make no comrade of the shimmering train.

God.
Ah Harold! 'tis a sight of mickle woe,
To know these Normans every glory gain.
What tidings with the folk?

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