TO A FRIEND. Thomas Chatterton 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. T48948 K045459.000 Chatterton, Thomas, 1752-1770. A Supplement to the Miscellanies of Thomas Chatterton London printed for T. Becket, in Pall-Mall; Bookseller to His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales, and Their Royal Highnesses the Princes. MDCCLXXXIV. 1784 pp. []-2. [6],ii,88p.; 8⁰.

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TO A FRIEND . MARCH 6TH , 1768 . DEAR FRIEND ,

I HAVE received both your favours — The Muse alone must tell my joy .

O'ERWHELM'D with pleasure at the joyful news , I strung the chorded shell , and woke the Muse . Begin , O Servant of the Sacred Nine ! And echo joy through ev'ry nervous line : Bring down th' etherial Choir to aid the Song ; Let boundless raptures smoothly glide along . My Baker's well ! — Oh words of sweet delight ! Now ! now ! my Muse , soar up th' Olympic height . What wond'rous numbers can the Goddess find , To paint th' extatic raptures of my mind ? I leave it to a Goddess more divine , The beauteous H—l—d shall employ my line .