"He tore a ragged mountain from the ground; Hurried up nodding forests to the sky: Then with a fury that might earth astound, To middle air he let the mountain fly, _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 Uprear'd this chapel in this land. Full well I know so fine a sight, Was never raised by mortal wight." Of its majesty he speaks in another measure:-- "Stay, curious traveller, and pass not by Until this festive pile astound thine eye. Whole rocks on rocks, with iron join'd, survey; And oaks with oaks that interfitted lie; This mighty pile that keeps the winds at bay, And doth the lightning and the storm defy, That shoots aloft into the realms of day, Shall be the record of the builder's fame for aye. Thou see'st this mastery of a human hand, The pride of Bristol, and the western land. Yet is the builder's virtue much more great; Greater than can by Rowley's pen be scann'd. Thou see'st _the saints and kings in stony state, As if with breath and human soul expand_. Well may'st thou be astounded--view it well; Go not from hence before thou see thy fill, And learn the builder's virtues and his name. Of this tall spire in every country tell, And with thy tale the lazy rich men shame; Show how the glorious Canning did excel; How he, good man, a friend for kings became, And glorious paved at once the way to heaven and fame."