Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology

Mapping Keats’s Progress
A Critical Chronology

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Oh Chatterton! how very sad thy fate

O Chatterton! how very sad thy fate!
Dear child of sorrow — son of misery!
How soon the film of death obscur’d that eye,
Whence genius wildly flash’d, and high debate.
How soon that voice, majestic and elate,
Melted in dying numbers! Oh! how nigh
Was night to thy fair morning. Thou didst die
A half-blown flow’ret which cold blasts amate.
But this is past. Thou art among the stars
Of highest heaven; to the rolling spheres
Thou sweetly singest —naught thy hymning mars,
Above the ingrate world and human fears.
On earth the good man base detraction bars
From thy fair name, and waters it with tears.

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Keats, John. “Oh Chatterton! how very sad thy fate.” Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology, by G. Kim Blank. Edition 3.9 , University of Victoria, 8 April 2021. https://johnkeats.uvic.ca/poem_oh_chatterton_how_very_sad_thy.html.

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John Keats, “Oh Chatterton! how very sad thy fate,” Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology, Edition 3.9 , last modified 8th April 2021. https://johnkeats.uvic.ca/poem_oh_chatterton_how_very_sad_thy.html.

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Keats, John. “Oh Chatterton! how very sad thy fate.” Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology, Edition 3.9 , last modified 8th April 2021. https://johnkeats.uvic.ca/poem_oh_chatterton_how_very_sad_thy.html.