Thomas Chatterton (20 November 1752 – 24 August 1770) was an English poet and forger of pseudo-medieval poetry. He died of arsenic poisoning, either from a suicide attempt or self-medication for a venereal disease.
Read more about Thomas Chatterton: Childhood, First "medieval" Works, Adopts persona of Thomas Rowley, Chatterton’s Search For A Patron, Political Writings, Determines On Leaving Bristol, Chatterton’s Swan Song, Posthumous Recognition, Works
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