The Life of Thomas Chatterton: Including His Unpublished Poems and Correspondence

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Partridge and Oakey, 1851 - 213 pages

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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 19 - he would have painted on his, he replied, "paint me an angel, with wings and a trumpet, to trumpet my name over the world." Under the tuition of his mother and sister he remained for nearly three years, during the latter part of
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
Page 80 - fool who dares— Had I the gifts of wealth and luxury shared, Not poor and mean, Walpole! thou had'st not dared Thus to insult. But I shall live and stand By Rowley's side, when thou art dead and damned.

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