Christopher Anstey Poems on Night (13 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 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 →

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 II, Letter XII (Christopher Anstey Poems)

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 and unjust accusations we find Arise from the malice and spleen of mankind! One would hope, my dear mother, that … Continue reading →

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

Mr. Simkin B—n—r—d to Lady B—n—r—d, at— Hall, North.Mr. B—n—r—d’s Reflections on his Arrival at Bath.–The Case of Himself and Company.–The Acquaintance he commences, &c. &c. We all are a wonderful distance from home! Two hundred and sixty long miles … Continue reading →

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

Mr. Simkin B—n—r—d to Lady B—n—r—d, at — Hall, North. Mr. B—n—r—d goes to the Rooms. His Opinion of Gaming. From the earliest ages, dear mother, till now, All statesmen and great politicians allow That nothing advances the good of … Continue reading →