Woe! to the just occasion that compels (Christopher Anstey Poems)
PROLOGUE. Woe! to the just occasion that compels My verse to satire, when my soul rebels; Must I, unskill'd her ...
PROLOGUE. Woe! to the just occasion that compels My verse to satire, when my soul rebels; Must I, unskill'd her ...
Oh! hideous fiend, of form uncouth, With jaundic'd eye, and canker'd tooth, Fell Envy, why dost thou profane The labours ...
Dearly beloved Countrymen and Friends, Accept the verse an half--starv'd Poet sends: Who scant of paper in these needy times, ...
SCENE--London, a Bookseller's Shop. Enter Author, smiling and rubbing his Hands. AUTHOR. Well, Slider!--and how d'ye go on with my ...
Miss Jenny W---d---r, to Lady Eliz. M---d---ss, at --- Castle, North. A Journal. To humbler strains, ye Nine, descend, And ...
O ponder well, ye serving Maids, The doleful Tale I sing: Learn how disastrous 'tis to wear Too high your ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. A Description of the Ball, with an Episode on Beau ...
Keen was the blast, and bleak the morn, When Lucy took her way, To seek the wretch, whose perjur'd vows ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. A Modern Head--Dress, with a little Polite Conversation. What base ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. Mr. B---n---r---d gives a Description of the Bathing. This morning, ...
Miller, whom fair Ierne bore To grace Britannia's happier shore, Whose Genius guides, whose counsel guards The labours of Bathonian ...
Lo! where beside yon verdant plain Sweet Avon winds his way, And smiling laves thy rich demain, Sir Peter Rivers ...
CANTO I. Hush'd be the envious tongues that dare Bright --- to profane Thy hallow'd shades, where science fair Has ...
Must I read it again, Sir?--So--here do I stand, Like the priest that holds forth with a scull in his ...
Thro' ev'ry part, of grief or mirth, To which the mimic stage gives birth, I ne'er, as yet, with truth ...
O! Johnson, learned, venerable shade, What havock of thy fame hath friendship made, What childish trophies round thy manly bust, ...
True, she was sweet, and lovely in thine eyes, Like some fair flower that blooms awhile, and dies: Yet O ...
To brush the cheeks of Ladies fair, With genuine charms o'erspread, Their sapient beards with mickle care Our wise forefathers ...
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