Date: 1803
"Sermons, though flowing from the sacred lawn, / Are flimsy wires from reason's ingot drawn."
preview | full record— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)
Date: 1803
"Though, when black melancholy damps my joys, / I call them nature's trifles, airy toys; / Yet when the goddess Reason guides the strain, / I think them, what they are, a heavenly train."
preview | full record— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)