The flying wolves sent forth a yelling cry."
In illustration of Elstrida's beauty,—
"The morning tinge, the rose, the lily flower,
In ever-running race on her did paint their power."
The most vulgar and outworn simile is refreshed with a grace by the touch of Chatterton.
Of the next poem—An excellent ballad of Charity, by the good priest, Thomas Rowley, 1454—it is clear that the young author thought highly, by a note that he transmitted with it to the printer of the "Town and Country Magazine," July 4, 1770, the month preceding that of his death. Unlike too many bearers of sounding appellations, it has certainly something more than its title to recommend it.
The octosyllabic lines—twenty only—on Redcliff Church, by T.R., show what nice feeling Chatterton had for the delicacies of that florid architecture:—
"The cunning handiwork so fine,
Had wellnigh dazzled mine eyne.
Quoth I, some artful fairy hand