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 Poor Author:Thomas Chatterton! he sorrows for thy fate Who would have prais'd and lov'd thee, ere too late. Poor ! farewell! of darkest hues This chaplet cast I on thy unshap'd tomb; But dare no longer on the sad theme muse, Left kindred woes persuade a kindred doom: For oh! big gall-drops, shook from wing, Have blacken'd the fair promise of my spring; And the stern transpierc'd with viewless dart The last pale Hope, that shiver'd at my heart!

Hence, gloomy thoughts! no more my soul shall dwell On joys that were! No more endure to weigh The shame and anguish of the evil day, Wisely forgetful! O'er the ocean swell Sublime of Hope I seek the cottag'd dell Where calm with careless step may stray;