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No more I hail the morning's golden gleam	A
No more the wonders of the view I sing	B
Friendship requires a melancholy theme	A
At her command the awful lyre I string	B
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Now as I wander through this leafless grove	C
Where tempests howl and blasts eternal rise	D
How shall I teach the chorded shell to move	E
Or stay the gushing torrent from my eyes	D
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Phillips great master of the boundless lyre	F
The would my soul rack'd muse attempt to paint	G
Give me a double portion of thy fire	H
Or all the powers of language are too faint	G
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Say soul unsullied by the filth of vice	I
Say meek eyed spirit where's thy tuneful shell	J
Which when the silver stream was lock'd with ice	I
Was wont to cheer the tempest ravaged dell	J
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Oft as the filmy veil of evening drew	K
The thick'ning shade upon the vivid green	L
Thou lost in transport at the dying view	K
Bid'st the ascending muse display the scene	L
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When golden Autumn wreathed in ripen'd corn	M
From purple clusters prest the foamy wine	N
Thy genius did his sallow brows adorn	M
And made the beauties of the season thine	N
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With rustling sound the yellow foliage flies	D
And wantons with the wind in rapid whirls	D
The gurgling riv'let to the valley hies	D
Whilst on its bank the spangled serpent curls	D
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The joyous charms of Spring delighted saw	D
Their beauties doubly glaring in thy lay	O
Nothing was Spring which Phillips did not draw	D
And every image of his muse was May	O
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So rose the regal hyacinthial star	P
So shone the verdure of the daisied bed	Q
So seemed the forest glimmering from afar	P
You saw the real prospect as you read	Q
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Majestic Summer's blooming flow'ry pride	R
Next claim'd the honour of his nervous song	S
He taught the stream in hollow trills to glide	R
And led the glories of the year along	S
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Pale rugged Winter bending o'er his tread	Q
His grizzled hair bedropt with icy dew	K
His eyes a dusky light congealed and dead	Q
His robe a tinge of bright ethereal blue	K
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His train a motley'd sanguine sable cloud	T
He limps along the russet dreary moor	U
Whilst rising whirlwinds blasting keen and loud	T
Roll the white surges to the sounding shore	V
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Nor were his pleasures unimproved by thee	W
Pleasures he has though horridly deform'd	X
The polished lake the silver'd hill we see	W
Is by thy genius fired preserved and warm'd	X
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The rough October has his pleasures too	K
But I'm insensible to every joy	Y
Farewell the laurel now I grasp the yew	K
And all my little powers in grief employ	Y
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Immortal shadow of my much loved friend	Z
Clothed in thy native virtue meet my soul	A2
When on the fatal bed my passions bend	Z
And curb my floods of anguish as they roll	A2
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In thee each virtue found a pleasing cell	J
Thy mind was honour thy soul divine	N
With thee did every god of genius dwell	J
Thou was the Helicon of all the nine	N
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Fancy whose various figure tinctured vest	B2
Was ever changing to a different hue	K
Her head with varied bays and flow'rets drest	B2
Her eyes two spangles of the morning dew	B2
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With dancing attitude she swept thy string	B
And now she soars and now again descends	D
And now reclining on the zephyr's wing	B
Unto the velvet vested mead she bends	D
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Peace deck'd in all the softness of the dove	C2
Over thy passions spread her silver plume	D2
The rosy veil of harmony and love	C2
Hung on thy soul in eternal bloom	D2
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Peace gentlest softest of the virtues spread	B2
Her silver pinions wet with dewy tears	D
Upon her best distinguished poet's head	B2
And taught his lyre the music of the spheres	D
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Temp'rance with health and beauty in her train	E2
And massy muscled strength in graceful pride	B2
Pointed at scarlet luxury and pain	E2
And did at every frugal feast preside	B2
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Black melancholy stealing to the shade	B2
With raging madness frantic loud and dire	F
Whose bloody hand displays the reeking blade	B2
Were strangers to thy heaven directed lyre	F
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Content who smiles in every frown of fate	B2
Wreath'd thy pacific brow and sooth'd thy ill	F2
In thy own virtues and thy genius great	B2
The happy muse laid every trouble still	F2
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But see the sick'ning lamp of day retires	D
And the meek evening shakes the dusky grey	O
The west faint glimmers with the saffron fires	D
And like thy life O Phillips dies away	O
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Here stretched upon this heaven ascending hill	F2
I'll wait the horrors of the coming night	B2
I'll imitate the gently plaintive rill	F2
And by the glare of lambent vapours write	B2
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Wet with the dew the yellow hawthorns bow	G2
The rustic whistles through the echoing cave	H2
Far o'er the lea the breathing cattle low	I2
And the full Avon lifts the darken'd wave	H2
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Now as the mantle of the evening swells	D
Upon my mind I feel a thick'ning gloom	D2
Ah could I charm by necromantic spells	D
The soul of Phillips from the deathy tomb	D2
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Then would we wander through the darken'd vale	J2
In converse such as heavenly spirits use	D
And borne upon the pinions of the gale	J2
Hymn the Creator and exert the muse	D
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But horror to reflection now no more	V
Will Phillips sing the wonder of the plain	E2
When doubting whether they might not adore	V
Admiring mortals heard his nervous strain	E2
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See see the pitchy vapour hides the lawn	K2
Nought but a doleful bell of death is heard	B2
Save where into a blasted oak withdrawn	K2
The scream proclaims the curst nocturnal bird	B2
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Now rest my muse but only rest to weep	L2
A friend made dear by every sacred tie	B2
Unknown to me be comfort peace or sleep	L2
Phillips is dead 'tis pleasure then to die	B2
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Few are the pleasures Chatterton e'er knew	B2
Short were the moments of his transient peace	D
But melancholy robb'd him of those few	B2
And this hath bid all future comfort cease	D
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And can the muse be silent Phillips gone	K2
And am I still alive My soul arise	D
The robe of immortality put on	M2
And meet thy Phillips in his native skies	D

Thomas Chatterton

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