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To a Friend ("O'erwhelm'd with pleasure at the joyful news")
From Poetical Works, ed. Skeat (1875)
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 every nervous line;
Bring down th' ethereal 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 wondrous numbers can the Goddess find
To paint th' ecstatic raptures of my mind?
I leave it to a Goddess more divine,
The beauteous Hoyland shall employ my line.
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MLA
Chatterton, Thomas. “To a Friend ("O'erwhelm'd with pleasure at the joyful news").” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/chatterton/32/.
Chicago
Chatterton, Thomas. “To a Friend ("O'erwhelm'd with pleasure at the joyful news").” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/chatterton/32/.
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