Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THOMAS CHATTERTON, by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER First Line: Comfort's warm door 'gainst him was bolted fast Last Line: A lofty niche unto him now belongs! Subject(s): Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770) | ||||||||
Comfort's warm door 'gainst him was bolted fast, Men heeded not his piping in the rain; Unheard, awhile, he played a wondrous strain Of melody; but ah, Neglect's cold blast Soon chilled his touch, his flute aside he cast In wan despair; from human haunts he hied And from Preferment's door,his boyish pride Was wounded deep, and from men's midst there passed An angel soul! Oh, the eternal shame, They made his graveas though among his peers With paupers in Shoe Lane! But in the songs That lift the soul from common things one hears His wistful note; while in the Hall of Fame A lofty niche unto him now belongs! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONODY ON THE DEATH OF CHATTERTON (FIRST VERSION) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE MONODY ON THE DEATH OF CHATTERTON (SECOND VERSION) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ON THE DEATH OF CHATTERTON by HANNAH COWLEY THOMAS CHATTERTON by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TIBER, NILE, AND THAMES by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI MONODY ON THE DEATH OF CHATTERTON (3) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE NEVER WRITTEN BOOK by THOMAS STURGE MOORE A CHILD'S GRAVE by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER |
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