Christopher Anstey Poems
- A Letter Oft I've invok'd th' Aönian quire, And Phoebus oft ...
- To Sir William Draper, K.B. Freely I'd give ye cups of ...
- Britian’s Genius; Written ``Come and listen to my ...
- On The Recovery With pining sickness worn, her beauty ...
- The Farmer’s Daughter, A Poeti... Keen was the blast, ...
- To A Friend, On The Loss Of An...
- A Sonnet Ah me! full sorely doth it rend my heart, O! ...
Christopher Anstey (October 31, 1724 – August 3, 1805) was an English writer and poet.
Anstey was the son of a wealthy clergyman the rector of Brinkley, Dr. Anstey in Cambridgeshire, where he was born. He was educated at Eton College and King's College, Cambridge, where he distinguished himself for his Latin verses. He became a fellow of his college (1745); but the degree of M.A. was... more »
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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 ...