Christopher Anstey

(1724-1805 / England)

Christopher Anstey Poems

1. Charity; A Poetical Paraphrase 10/7/2010
2. Contentment; Or Hints To 10/7/2010
3. Deo Opt. Max. Votum. C. P. Auctore 10/7/2010
4. Envy, A Poem 10/7/2010
5. Epilogue To The Second Edition 10/7/2010
6. Epitaph On A Lady 10/7/2010
7. Epode 10/7/2010
8. From Macrobius, Saturn 10/7/2010
9. From Martial 10/7/2010
10. In Promptu 10/7/2010
11. In Promptu, To A Lady Enquiring 10/7/2010
12. Inscription On A Cenotaph 10/7/2010
13. Liberality, Or The Decayed Macaroni 10/7/2010
14. Lines Inscribed To The Memory 10/7/2010
15. Ode On An Evening View Of The Cresent At Bath 10/7/2010
16. On The Execution Of Mr. Coyghley For High Treason 10/7/2010
17. On The Much Lamented 10/7/2010
18. On The Occasion 10/7/2010
19. The First Ode Of The First Book 10/7/2010
20. The Monopolist 10/7/2010
21. The New Bath Guide: Part I, Letter I 10/7/2010
22. The New Bath Guide: Part I, Letter Ii 10/7/2010
23. The New Bath Guide: Part I, Letter Iii 10/7/2010
24. The New Bath Guide: Part I, Letter Iv 10/7/2010
25. The New Bath Guide: Part I, Letter V 10/7/2010
26. The New Bath Guide: Part I, Letter Vi 10/7/2010
27. The New Bath Guide: Part I, Letter Vii 10/7/2010
28. The New Bath Guide: Part I, Letterviii 10/7/2010
29. The New Bath Guide: Part Ii, Letter Ix 10/7/2010
30. The New Bath Guide: Part Ii, Letter X 10/7/2010
31. The New Bath Guide: Part Ii, Letter Xi 10/7/2010
32. The New Bath Guide: Part Ii, Letter Xii 10/7/2010
33. The New Bath Guide: Part Ii, Letter Xiii 10/7/2010
34. The New Bath Guide: Part Ii, Letter Xiv 10/7/2010
35. The New Bath Guide: Part Ii, Letter Xv 10/7/2010
36. The Patriot: A Pindaric Epistle, Addressed To Lord Buckhorse 10/7/2010
37. The Priest Dissected: A Poem 10/7/2010
38. From Wealth, From Honours, And From Courts Remov'D 10/7/2010
39. I Never 10/7/2010
40. O! Pause A While, Whoe'Er Thou Art 10/7/2010
Best Poem of Christopher Anstey

A Letter

A young Lady of neither Fashion, Taste, nor Spirit.

Oft I've invok'd th' Aönian quire,
And Phoebus oft in vain,
Like thee, my friend, to tune my lyre,
Like thee to raise my strain:

And when of late I sought their aid
The flow'ry bank beside,
Methought, along the silent glade,
I heard a voice that cry'd,

``Mistaken maid! why idly waste
``Your hours in fruitless toil?
``You ne'er the hallow'd brook can taste,
``Or tread poetic soil:

``For since your friend pursues the path
``Where wit and pleasure reigns,
``With her has fled each Muse ...

Read the full of A Letter

An Election Ball,

--And so, as I told thee before, my dear wife,
I'll go to the ball tho' it cost me my life--
--Must I be shut up, till, like poor neighbour Snarler,
I be smok'd like a joss in mine own little parlour?
No--I'd have thee to know I can walk pretty stout,
Since I've found an infallible cure for the gout,
For the doctor I've tried has, with wedges and pegs,
So stretch'd out my sinews, and hammer'd my legs,
So suppled the joint, by tormenting the tendon,

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