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, ...
Miss Jenny W---d---r, to Lady Eliz. M---d---ss, at --- Castle, North. A Journal. To humbler strains, ye Nine, descend, And ...
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 ...
I am a decay'd macaroni, My lodging's up three pair of stairs; My cheeks are grown wondrously bony, And grey, ...
There are who complain that my verse is severe, And what is much worse--that my Book is too dear: The ...
CANTO I. Hush'd be the envious tongues that dare Bright --- to profane Thy hallow'd shades, where science fair Has ...
Freely I'd give ye cups of gold, Rich with the curious works of old; With coins and medals I'd present ...
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