Thomas Chatterton

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Thomas Chatterton
Ælla, a Tragical Interlude
FYRSTE MYNSTRELLE

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The boddynge flourettes bloshes atte the lyghte;
The mees be sprenged wyth the yellowe hue;
Ynn daiseyd mantels ys the mountayne dyghte;
The nesh yonge coweslepe bendethe wyth the dewe;
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An Excelente Balade of Charitie
In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan sheene,
And hotte upon the mees did caste his raie;
The apple rodded from its palie greene,
And the mole peare did bende the leafy spraie;
The peede chelandri sunge the livelong daie;
’Twas nowe the pride, the manhode of the yeare,
And eke the grounde was dighte in its moste defte aumere.
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