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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.
  
PROLOGUE
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GODDWYN.
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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.
  
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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XIV.

God.
Next eve, my son.

Har.
Now, England, is the time,
When thou or thy fell foemen's cause must die.
Thy geason wrongs are run into their prime;
Now will thy sons unto thy succour fly;
E'en like a storm engathering in the sky,
'Tis full, and bursteth on the barren ground,
So shall my fury on the Normans fly,
And all their mighty men be slain around.
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Now, now will Harold or oppression fall,
No more the Englishmen in vain for help shall call.

[Exeunt.
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