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Thomas Chatterton (1752-1770)

An Excelente Balade of Charitie


              1In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan sheene,
              2And hotte upon the mees did caste his raie;
              3The apple rodded from its palie greene,
              4And the mole peare did bende the leafy spraie;
              5The peede chelandri sunge the livelong daie;
              6'Twas nowe the pride, the manhode of the yeare,
              7And eke the grounde was dighte in its moste defte aumere.

              8The sun was glemeing in the midde of daie,
              9Deadde still the aire, and eke the welken blue,
            10When from the sea arist in drear arraie
            11A hepe of cloudes of sable sullen hue,
            12The which full fast unto the woodlande drewe,
            13Hiltring attenes the sunnis fetive face,
            14And the blacke tempeste swolne and gatherd up apace.

            15Beneathe an holme, faste by a pathwaie side,
            16Which dide unto Seyncte Godwine's covent lede,
            17A hapless pilgrim moneynge did abide.
            18Pore in his newe, ungentle in his weede,
            19Longe bretful of the miseries of neede,
            20Where from the hail-stone coulde the almer flie?
            21He had no housen theere, ne anie covent nie.

            22Look in his glommed face, his sprighte there scanne;
            23Howe woe-be-gone, how withered, forwynd, deade!
            24Haste to thie church-glebe-house, asshrewed manne!
            25Haste to thie kiste, thie onlie dortoure bedde.
            26Cale, as the claie whiche will gre on thie hedde,
            27Is Charitie and Love aminge highe elves;
            28Knightis and Barons live for pleasure and themselves.

            29The gatherd storme is rype; the bigge drops falle;
            30The forswat meadowes smethe, and drenche the raine;
            31The comyng ghastness do the cattle pall,
            32And the full flockes are drivynge ore the plaine;
            33Dashde from the cloudes the waters flott againe;
            34The welkin opes; the yellow levynne flies;
            35And the hot fierie smothe in the wide lowings dies.

            36Liste! now the thunder's rattling clymmynge sound
            37Cheves slowlie on, and then embollen clangs,
            38Shakes the hie spyre, and losst, dispended, drown'd,
            39Still on the gallard eare of terroure hanges;
            40The windes are up; the lofty elmen swanges;
            41Again the levynne and the thunder poures,
            42And the full cloudes are braste attenes in stonen showers.

            43Spurreynge his palfrie oere the watrie plaine,
            44The Abbote of Seyncte Godwynes convente came;
            45His chapournette was drented with the reine,
            46And his pencte gyrdle met with mickle shame;
            47He aynewarde tolde his bederoll at the same;
            48The storme encreasen, and he drew aside,
            49With the mist almes craver neere to the holme to bide.

            50His cope was all of Lyncolne clothe so fyne,
            51With a gold button fasten'd neere his chynne;
            52His autremete was edged with golden twynne,
            53And his shoone pyke a loverds mighte have binne;
            54Full well it shewn he thoughten coste no sinne:
            55The trammels of the palfrye pleasde his sighte,
            56For the horse-millanare his head with roses dighte.

            57"An almes, sir prieste!" the droppynge pilgrim saide,
            58"O! let me waite within your covente dore,
            59Till the sunne sheneth hie above our heade,
            60And the loude tempeste of the aire is oer;
            61Helpless and ould am I alas! and poor;
            62No house, ne friend, ne moneie in my pouche;
            63All yatte I call my owne is this my silver crouche."

            64"Varlet," replyd the Abbatte, "cease your dinne;
            65This is no season almes and prayers to give;
            66Mie porter never lets a faitour in;
            67None touch mie rynge who not in honour live."
            68And now the sonne with the blacke cloudes did stryve,
            69And shettynge on the grounde his glairie raie,
            70The Abbatte spurrde his steede, and eftsoones roadde awaie.

            71Once moe the skie was blacke, the thunder rolde;
            72Faste reyneynge oer the plaine a prieste was seen;
            73Ne dighte full proude, ne buttoned up in golde;
            74His cope and jape were graie, and eke were clene;
            75A Limitoure he was of order seene;
            76And from the pathwaie side then turned hee,
            77Where the pore almer laie binethe the holmen tree.

            78"An almes, sir priest!" the droppynge pilgrim sayde,
            79"For sweete Seyncte Marie and your order sake."
            80The Limitoure then loosen'd his pouche threade,
            81And did thereoute a groate of silver take;
            82The mister pilgrim dyd for halline shake.
            83"Here take this silver, it maie eathe thie care;
            84We are Goddes stewards all, nete of oure owne we bare.

            85"But ah! unhailie pilgrim, lerne of me,
            86Scathe anie give a rentrolle to their Lorde.
            87Here take my semecope, thou arte bare I see;
            88Tis thyne; the Seynctes will give me mie rewarde."
            89He left the pilgrim, and his waie aborde.
            90Virgynne and hallie Seyncte, who sitte yn gloure,
            91Or give the mittee will, or give the gode man power.

Notes

1] First published in 1777. This was one of the "Rowley Poems," declared by Chatterton to have been written by a priest of the late fifteenth century, Thomas Rowley, Chatterton seems to have composed his poetry in the language of his own time; then to have substituted, where he conveniently could, antiquated words, and disguised the whole by a quaint spelling which he supposed resembled that of the fifteenth century. His chief sources for this process were Speght's edition of Chaucer, Bailey's Universal Etymological Dictionary, and Kersey's Dictionarium Anglo-Britannicum. Skeat, in his edition of Chatterton, says: "Chatterton has ... employed no old words whatever but such as are contained in Kersey or Speght; the only exceptions to this rule occurring in the case of a few words which he modifed or invented." This next and the following notes in quotation marks are Chatterton's: "Thomas Rowley, the author, was born at Norton Malreward in Somersetshire, educated at the Convent of St. Kenna at Keynesham, and died at Westbury in Gloucestershire."
In Virgyne: in Virgo, the Sign of the Zodiac which the sun enters in August.

2] mees: "meads."

3] rodded: "reddened, ripened."

4] mole: "soft."

5] peede chelandri: "pied goldfinch."

7] dighte: "drest, arrayed."
defte "neat, ornamental."
aumere: "a loose robe or mantle."

9] welken: "the sky, the atmosphere."

10] arist: "arose."

13] hiltring: "hiding, shrouding."
attenes: "at once."
fetive: "beauteous."

15] holme: a kind of oak.

16] Seyncte Godwine's convent. "It would have been charitable, if the author had not pointed at personal characters in this Ballad of Charity. The Abbot of St. Godwin's at the time of the writing of this was Ralph de Bellomont, a great stickler for the Lancastrian family. Rowley was a Yorkist."

17] moneynge: moaning.

18] viewe: appearance.
ungentle: "beggarly."
weede: dress.

19] bretful: "filled with."

20] almer: "beggar."

22] glommed: "clouded, dejected. A person of some note in the literary world is of opinion, that glum and glom are modern cant words; and from this circumstance doubts the authenticity of Rowley's Manuscripts. Glum-mong in the Saxon signifies twilight, a dark or dubious light: and the modern word gloomy is derived from the Saxon glum."

23] forwynd: "dry, sapless."

24] church-glebe-house: "the grave."
asshrewed: "accursed, unfortunate."

25] kiste: "coffin."
dortoure: "a sleeping room."

26] cale: cold.
gre: grow.

30] forswat: "sun-burnt."
smethe: "smoke."
drenche: 'drink."

31] pall: "A contraction from appall, to fright."

33] flott: "fly."

34] levynne: "lightning."

35] smothe: "steam, or vapours."
lowings: "flames."

36] clymmynge: "noisy."

37] cheves: "moves."
embollen: "swelled, strengthened."

39] gallard: "frighted."

40] elmen: elm.
swanges: swings.

42] braste: "burst."
attenes: at once.
stonen: stony.

45] chapournette: "a small round hat, not unlike the Shapournette in heraldry, formerly worn by Ecclesiastics and Lawyers."

46] pencte: "painted."

47] aynewarde tolde his bederoll. "He told his beads backwards; a figurative expression to signify cursing."

49] mist: "poor, needy."

50] cope: "a cloke."
Lyncolne clothe: green cloth, for making which the town of Lincoln was famous.

52] autremete: "a loose white robe, worn by Priests."

53] shoone: shoes.
pyke: peaked.
loverds: "a lord."

55] trammels: shackles used to make a horse amble.

56] horse-millanare: horse-milliner. "I believe this trade is still in being, though but seldom employed."

57] droppynge: drooping.

63] yatte: that.
crouche: crucifix.

66] faitour: "a beggar, or vagabond."

69] shettynge: shooting.

72] reyneynge: running.

74] jape: "a short surplice, worn by Friars of an inferior class, and secular priests."

75] Limitoure: a friar licensed to beg in a certain limited area. Chaucer's friar was a "lymytour"; Cf. "Prologue." The Canterbury Tales, 209.
of order: as to his order.

82] mister: poor.
halline: "joy."

83] eathe: "ease."

84] nete: "nought."

85] unhailie: "unhappy."

86] scathe: scarcely.

87] semecope: "a short under-cloke."

89] aborde: went on.

90] gloure: "glory."

91] mittee: "mighty, rich."


Online text copyright © 2009, Ian Lancashire (the Department of English) and the University of Toronto.
Published by the Web Development Group, Information Technology Services, University of Toronto Libraries.

Original text: [Thomas Chatterton], Poems, supposed to have been written at Bristol, by Thomas Rowley ... , ed. Thomas Tyrwhitt (London: T. Payne, 1777). B-10 8184 Fisher Rare Book Library (Toronto).
First publication date: 1777
RPO poem editor: G. G. Falle
RP edition: 3RP 2.263.
Recent editing: 2:2002/5/9

Rhyme: ababbcc


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