Thomas Chatterton Quotes (1752-1770)

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About Thomas Chatterton

Thomas Chatterton (20 November 1752 – 24 August 1770) was an English poet, claimed by some as the father of English Romantic poetry. A literary forger, he is best remembered for his verses in pseudo-medieval English, which he claimed were by a hitherto unknown 15th century poet called Thomas Rowley. He died, either by suicide or by accidental overdose, at the age of 17.

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β€œHere take this silver, it maie eathe thie care;
We are Goddes stewards all, nete of oure owne we bare.”
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β€œHappy (if mortals can be) is the man,
Who, not by priest but Reason, rules his span:
Reason, to its possessor a sure guide,
Reason, a thorn in Revelation’s side.”
β€œAlmighty Framer of the Skies!
O let our pure devotion rise,
Like Incense in thy Sight!
Wrapt in impenetrable Shade,
The Texture of our Souls were made,
Till thy Command gave Light.”
β€œHaste to thie kiste, thie onlie dortoure bedde.
Cale, as the claie whiche will gre on thie hedde,
Is Charitie and Love aminge highe elves;
Knightis and Barons live for pleasure and themselves.”
β€œHow shall we celebrate the day,
When God appeared in mortal clay,
The mark of worldly scorn;
When the Archangel's heavenly Lays,
Attempted the Redeemer's Praise,
And hail'd Salvation's Morn!”

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Thomas Chatterton on Daisies

β€œYun daiseyd mantels ys the mountayne dyghte.”
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Thomas Chatterton on Flowers

β€œThe nesh yonge coweslip bendethe wyth the dewe.”
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Thomas Chatterton on Clay

β€œHow shall we celebrate the day, When God appeared in mortal clay, The mark of worldly scorn.”
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Thomas Chatterton on Mourning

β€œO! sing unto my roundelay, O! drop thy briny tear with me. Dance no more at holiday, Like a running river be; My love is dead, Gone to his death bed All under the willow tree.”
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Thomas Chatterton on War

β€œO Chryste, it is a grief for me to telle, How manie a noble erle and valrous knyghte In fyghtynge for Kynge Harrold noblie fell, Al sleyne on Hastyng's field in bloudie fyghte.”
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William Wordsworth on Thomas Chatterton

β€œChatterton, the marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride.”
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Horace Walpole on Thomas Chatterton

β€œHe was an instance that a complete genius and a complete rogue can be formed before a man is of age.”
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William Hazlitt on Thomas Chatterton

β€œI cannot find in Chatterton's works any thing so extraordinary as the age at which they were written. They have a facility, vigour, and knowledge, which were prodigious in a boy of sixteen, but which would not have been so in a boy of twenty. He did not show extraordinary powers of genius, but extraordinary precocity. Nor do I believe he would have written better, had he lived. He knew this himself, or he would have lived. Great geniuses, like great kings, have too much to think of to kill themselves.”
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Monody on the Death of Chatterton" on Thomas Chatterton

β€œO Chatterton! that thou wert yet alive! Sure thou would'st spread the canvass to the gale, And love, with us, the tinkling team to drive O'er peaceful Freedom's undivided dale; And we, at sober eve, would round thee throng, Hanging, enraptur'd, on thy stately song! And greet with smiles the young-eyed Poesy All deftly mask'd, as hoar Antiquity.”

Dante Gabriel Rossetti on Thomas Chatterton

β€œThe finest of the Rowley poems – Eclogues, Ballad of Charity &c rank absolutely with the finest poetry in the language…He was an absolute and untarnished hero.”
Thomas Chatterton

About Thomas Chatterton

Thomas Chatterton (20 November 1752 – 24 August 1770) was an English poet, claimed by some as the father of English Romantic poetry. A literary forger, he is best remembered for his verses in pseudo-medieval English, which he claimed were by a hitherto unknown 15th century poet called Thomas Rowley. He died, either by suicide or by accidental overdose, at the age of 17.