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acquaintance afterwards ancient answer antique appear asked assert believe Bristol called Catcott cause character Chatterton church circumstances copy dead death direct doubt English eyes father gave genius give hand happy head honour hope humble interest known Lambert learned leave letter lines literary lived London Lord Magazine manner manuscripts master means measures mind minister Miss mother never obliged once original parchment person pieces poems poetry poor possession present pride printed probably produced prove reason received Redcliff relation remain remember respect Rowley Rowley's satire seen sent shillings sister soon spirit Street tell thing THOMAS CHATTERTON thought tion told town turn Walpole Whilst whole wish writing written wrote young youth
Page 182 - like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts along that rugged way Pursued like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Page 95 - duty and gratitude to his mother, who had straitened herself to breed him up to a profession, he ought to labour in it, that in her old age he might absolve his filial debt; and I told him, that, when he should have made a fortune, he might unbend himself with the studies
Page 149 - Item. I give and bequeath to Mr. Matthew Mease a mourning ring, with this motto, ' Alas, poor Chatterton !' provided he pays for it himself. —Item. I leave the young ladies all the letters they have had from me, assuring them that they need be under no apprehensions from the
Page 157 - who ean hear thy songs, Nor long to share thy fire ? Who read thine errors and thy wrongs, Nor exeerate the lyre ? The lyre that sunk thee to the grave. When bursting into bloom, That lyre the power to genius gave To blossom in the tomb. » Yes; till his memory fail with years, Shall Time thy strains
Page 54 - shines; First the bright Ram, his languid ray improves ; Next glaring watery through the Bull he moves; The am'rous Twins admit his genial ray; Now burning, through the Crab he takes his way; The Lion, flaming, bears the solar power; The Virgin faints beneath the sultry shower. Now the just
Page 63 - when I may use them, I would by no means borrow and detain your MSS. " Give me leave to ask you, where Rowley's poems are to be found, I should not be sorry to print them, or at least a
Page 147 - TO THE MEMORY OP THOMAS CHATTERTON ; Reader judge not; if thou art a Christian — believe that he shall be judged by a superior power — to that power alone is he now answerable.
Page 155 - me in the trying hour, When anguish swells the dewy tear, To still my sorrows, own thy pow'r, Thy goodness love, thy justiee fear. If in