TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Anne Hunter (née Home) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Hunter, Anne Home (Mrs. John), 1742-1821. Poems, by Mrs. John Hunter. London Printed for T. Payne, Mews Gate, by T. Bensley, Bolt Court, Fleet Street 1802 pp. 21-22.

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TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON . ILL-fated youth ! thy ardent soul Aim'd at the heights of deathless fame , Sprang from beneath the world's controul , And seiz'd unknown a poet's name . O that some friendly hand had deign'd to guide Thy genius in its course ! and sooth'd thy erring pride . I mark thy muse ; her gothic lyre Well suits the legendary lay ; While darting from her eyes of fire She beams a visionary day : Bright as the magic torch she early gave To light thy vent'rous way , through fancy's secret cave . There , as she taught thee to behold Imagin'd deeds of distant years , Embattled knights and barons bold , Great Ella's griefs , or Juga's tears ; Rapid as thought arose the glowing scene , Till poverty , despair , and death , rush'd in between . Poet sublime ! although no sculptur'd urn , No monumental bust thy ashes grace ; No fair inscription teaches whom to mourn , No cypress shades the consecrated place , Thy name shall live on time's recording page , The wonder and reproach of an enlighten'd age .