FROM ‘FIVE ENGLISH POETS’ THOMAS CHATTERTON
FROM ‘FIVE ENGLISH POETS’
THOMAS CHATTERTON
With Shakspeare’s manhood at a boy’s wild heart, —
Through Hamlet’s doubt to Shakspeare near allied,
And kin to Milton through his Satan’s pride, —
At Death’s sole door he stooped, and craved a dart;
And to the dear new bower of England’s art, —
Even to that shrine Time else had deified,
The unuttered heart that soared against his side, —
Drove the fell point, and smote life’s seals apart.
Thy nested home-loves, noble Chatterton;
The angel-trodden stair thy soul could trace
Up Redcliffe’s spire; and in the world’s armed space
Thy gallant sword-play: — these to many an one
Are sweet for ever; as thy grave unknown
And love-dream of thine unrecorded face.
Henry Wallis CHATTERTON Oil on canvas. 1856 Tate, London
Генри Уоллис ЧАТТЕРТОН Холст, масло. 1856 Галерея Тейт, Лондон