Says Tom to Jack, ’tis very odd, These representatives of God, In color, way of life and evil, Should be so very like the devil. Jack, understand, was one of those…

THYS mornynge starre of Radcleve… A true manne good of mynde and Ca… Benethe thys stone lies moltrynge… Untylle the darke tombe sheene an… Thyrde fromme hys loynes the prese…

PERSONS REPRESENTED. HAROLDE, bie T. Rowleie, the… GODDWYN, bie Johan de Iscamme. ELWARDE, bie Syrr Thybbot Gor… ALSTAN, bie Syrr Alan de Vere.

When autumn, bleak and sun-burnt,… With his gold hand gilting the fal… Bringing up winter to fulfil the y… Bearing upon his back the riped sh… When all the hills with woody seed…

Where the rough Caigra rolls the… Urging his thunders thro’ the echo… Where the sharp rocks, in distant… Drive the white currents thro’ the… Where the loud tiger, pawing in hi…

Mie boolie entes, adiewe: ne more… Of guilden merke shalle mete mie j… Ne moe the sylver noble sheenynge… Shalle fylle mie hande wythe weigh… Ne moe, ne moe, alas, I calle you…

MAIE Selynesse on erthes boundes… Maie yt adyghte yn human shape bee… Wote yee, ytt was wyth Edin’s bow… Or quite eraced from the scaunce-l… Whan from the secret fontes the wa…

BOOKE st. WHANNE Scythyannes, salvage as… Peyncted in horrowe formes bie nat… Heckled yn beastskyns, slepte upon… And wyth the morneynge rouzed the…

THE featherd songster chaunticlee… Han wounde hys bugle horne, And tolde the earlie villager The commynge of the morne. Kynge EDWARDE sawe the ruddie…

WHANNE Englonde, smeethynge fro… From her galled necke dyd twytte t… Kennynge her legeful sonnes falle… (Myghtie theie fell, ’twas Honour… Thanne inne a dale, bie eve’s dark…

ONNE Ruddeborne bank twa pynyng… Theire teares faste dryppeynge to… Echone bementynge for her absente… Who atte Seyncte Albonns shouke t… The nottebrowne Elinoure to Juga…

In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan… And hotte upon the mees did caste… The apple rodded from its palie gr… And the mole peare did bende the l… The peede chelandri sunge the live…

In days of old, when Wesley’s pow… Gathered new strength by every hou… Apostate Will, just sunk in trade… Resolved his bargain should be mad… Then strait to Wesley he repairs,

This is the last Will and Testament of me, Thomas Chatterton, of the city of Bristol; being sound in body, or it is the fault of my last surgeon: the soundness of my mind, the coroner a...

O God, whose thunder shakes the s… Whose eye this atom globe surveys, To thee, my only rock, I fly, Thy mercy in thy justice praise. The mystic mazes of thy will,