Thomas Chatterton - Works

Works

  1. 'An Elegy on the much lamented Death of William Beckford, Esq.,' 4to, pp. 14, 1770.
  2. 'The Execution of Sir Charles Bawdwin' (edited by Thomas Eagles, F.S.A.), 4to, pp. 26, 1772.
  3. 'Poems supposed to have been written at Bristol, by Thomas Rowley and others, in the Fifteenth Century' (edited by Thomas Tyrwhitt), 8vo, pp.307, 1777.
  4. 'Appendix' (to the 3rd edition of the poems, edited by the same), 8vo, pp. 309-333, 1778.
  5. 'Miscellanies in Prose and Verse, by Thomas Chatterton, the supposed author of the Poems published under the names of Rowley, Canning, &c.' (edited by John Broughton), 8vo, pp. 245, 1778.
  6. 'Poems supposed to have been written at Bristol in the Fifteenth Century by Thomas Rowley, Priest, &c., by Jeremiah Milles, D.D., Dean of Exeter,' 4to, pp. 545, 1782.
  7. 'A Supplement to the Miscellanies of Thomas Chatterton,' 8vo, pp. 88, 1784.
  8. 'Poems supposed to have been written at Bristol by Thomas Rowley and others in the Fifteenth Century' (edited by Lancelot Sharpe), 8vo, pp. xxix, 329, 1794.
  9. 'The Poetical Works of Thomas Chatterton,' Anderson s 'British Poets,' xi. 297-322, 1795.
  10. 'The Revenge: a Burletta ; with additional Songs, by Thomas Chatterton,' 8vo, pp. 47, 1795.
  11. 'The Works of Thomas Chatterton' (edited by Robert Southey and Joseph Cottle), 3 vols. 8yo, 1803.
  12. 'The Poetical Works of Thomas Chatterton' (edited by Charles B. Willcox), 2 vols. 12mo, 1842.
  13. 'The Poetical Works of Thomas Chatterton' (edited by the Rev Walter Skeat, M.A.), Aldine edition, 2 vols. 8vo, 1875.

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