Envy, A Poem (Christopher Anstey Poems)
Oh! hideous fiend, of form uncouth, With jaundic'd eye, and canker'd tooth, Fell Envy, why dost thou profane The labours ...
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 ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. A Public Breakfast. Motives for the same.--A List of the ...
O ponder well, ye serving Maids, The doleful Tale I sing: Learn how disastrous 'tis to wear Too high your ...
Mr. Inkle to Mrs. Dinah Inkle, at Glocester Containing A slight Sketch of a travel'd Man--Continuation of the Ball--An Affair ...
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, ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. Salutations of Bath, and an Adventure of Mr. B---n---r---d's in ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. Taste and Spirit.--Mr. B---n---r---d commences a Beau Gar?on. So lively, ...
Lo! where beside yon verdant plain Sweet Avon winds his way, And smiling laves thy rich demain, Sir Peter Rivers ...
Not always o'er the meads and hills, From low'ring clouds, the rain distils, Nor storms with endless uproar sweep The ...
Must I read it again, Sir?--So--here do I stand, Like the priest that holds forth with a scull in his ...
O! Johnson, learned, venerable shade, What havock of thy fame hath friendship made, What childish trophies round thy manly bust, ...
As circling ivy works the tree's decay, Time's cold embraces steal my strength away, Till like an empty tomb, my ...
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