John Wall Callcott - Oh thou where'er (thie bones att reste) - текст песни (слова)

Songe to Aelle
 by Thomas Chatterton (1752-1770)
 Lines 19 to 24 and 31 to 36
 
 Oh thou, where'er (thie bones att reste)
 
Thie sprite to haunt delyghteth beste,
 
Whytherr uppon the bloude embrewedd pleyne,
 Orr whare thou kennst fromme farre,
 
The dysmalle crie of warre,
 
Orr seeste somme mountayne made of corse of sleyne;
 ...
 Or fierie rounde the mynsster glare;
 
Lette Brystowe stylle bee made thie care;
 
Guarde ytte fromme foemenne and consumynge fyre,
 lyche Avone streme ensyrke ytt rounde;
 
Ne lett a flame enharme the grounde,
 
'Tyll in one flame, all the whole worlde expyres.