Christopher Anstey Poems on Man (20 Poems)

Contentment; Or Hints To Servants On The Present Scarcity (Christopher Anstey Poems)

Dearly beloved Countrymen and Friends, Accept the verse an half–starv’d Poet sends: Who scant of paper in these needy times, To walls and painted boards commits his Rhymes; Yet trusts his labours will enough ensure To pay his Printer, and … Continue reading →

Appendix: Containing The Author’s Conversation With His Bookseller, &c. (Christopher Anstey Poems)

SCENE–London, a Bookseller’s Shop. Enter Author, smiling and rubbing his Hands. AUTHOR. Well, Slider!–and how d’ye go on with my book? I knew it would answer the trouble I took. I hope that you like my collection of rhymes;– Don’t … Continue reading →

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 angry bolts to fling, Or draw fell poison from th’ Aonian spring, Must I, alas! the cruel task sustain, To … Continue reading →

The New Bath Guide: Part II, Letter IX (Christopher Anstey Poems)

Miss Jenny W—d—r, to Lady Eliz. M—d—ss, at — Castle, North. A Journal. To humbler strains, ye Nine, descend, And greet my poor sequester’d friend. Not odes, with rapid eagle flight, That soar above all human sight, Not Fancy’s fair … Continue reading →

The Monopolist (Christopher Anstey Poems)

O ponder well, ye serving Maids, The doleful Tale I sing: Learn how disastrous ’tis to wear Too high your Apron string: Though Ladies throw their Stays aside, In loose Chemises drest, Like Mummies plaster’d o’er the Cheek, And bandag’d … Continue reading →

The New Bath Guide: Part II, Letter XI (Christopher Anstey Poems)

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 Nash. What joy at the ball, what delight have I found, By all the bright circle encompass’d around! Each moment … Continue reading →

The Farmer’s Daughter, A Poetical Tale (Christopher Anstey Poems)

Keen was the blast, and bleak the morn, When Lucy took her way, To seek the wretch, whose perjur’d vows Had led her youth astray: A warrior he, though little fam’d For warlike trophies won, Who well might boast of … Continue reading →

An Election Ball, In Poetical Letters From Mr. Inkle, A Freeman Of Bath, To His Wife At Glocester Le (Christopher Anstey Poems)

Mr. Inkle to Mrs. Dinah Inkle, at Glocester Containing A slight Sketch of a travel’d Man–Continuation of the Ball–An Affair of Honour –and a doleful Disaster. A thousand times hug’d with outlandish grimace, Saluted as oft’ on both sides of … Continue reading →

Charity; A Poetical Paraphrase Of The Thirteenth Chapter Of St. Paul’s Epistle To The Corinthians (Christopher Anstey Poems)

. Had it pleas’d him, from whom all wisdom flows, Him, who each good, each perfect gift bestows, With knowledge to exalt my feeble mind, Bright as e’er shed its lustre on mankind; Though on my lips persuasive accents hung, … Continue reading →

The New Bath Guide: Part I, Letter VI (Christopher Anstey Poems)

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, dear mother, as soon as ’twas light, I was wak’d by a noise that astonish’d me quite; For in Tabitha’s … Continue reading →