The Poetical Works of the late Christopher Anstey ::

The Poetical Works of the late Christopher Anstey

With Some Account of the Life and Writings of the Author, By his son, John Anstey

Anstey, Christopher (1724-1805)

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[Some Account of the Life and Writings of the Author]

THE NEW BATH GUIDE:

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II.

THE NEW BATH GUIDE. PART II.

LETTER IX. Miss Jenny W---d---r, to Lady Eliz. M---d---ss, at --- Castle, North.

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SONG. A CHARGE TO THE POETS.

LETTER X. Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North.

LETTER XI. Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North.

LETTER XII. Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North.

LETTER XIII. Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North.

LETTER XIV. Miss Prudence B---n---r---d to Lady Eliz. M---d---ss, at --- Castle, North.

LETTER XV. Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North.

EPILOGUE TO THE SECOND EDITION

ON THE MUCH LAMENTED DEATH OF THE MARQUIS OF TAVISTOCK.

THE PATRIOT: A PINDARIC EPISTLE, ADDRESSED TO LORD BUCKHORSE.

APPENDIX: CONTAINING THE AUTHOR'S CONVERSATION WITH HIS BOOKSELLER, &c.

THE FIRST ODE OF THE FIRST BOOK OF HORACE IMITATED. AND ADDRESSED TO JOHN MILLER, ESQ. OF BATHEASTON.

AN ELECTION BALL, IN POETICAL LETTERS

ENVY, A POEM

WINTER AMUSEMENTS, AN O D E,

EPODE

LIBERALITY, OR THE DECAYED MACARONI

SPECULATION; OR A DEFENCE OF MANKIND.

CHARITY; A POETICAL PARAPHRASE OF THE THIRTEENTH CHAPTER OF ST. PAUL'S FIRST EPISTLE TO THE CORINTHIANS.

THE FARMER'S DAUGHTER, A POETICAL TALE.

OCCASIONAL AND MISCELLANEOUS PIECES.

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Ev'ry morning, ev'ry night,
Gayest scenes of fresh delight;
When Aurora sheds her beams,
Wak'd from soft Elysian dreams,
Music calls me to the spring,
Which can health and spirits bring:
There Hygeia, goddess, pours
Blessings from her various stores;
Let me to her altars haste,
Tho' I ne'er the waters taste,
Near the pump to take my stand,
With a nosegay in my hand,
And to hear the Captain say,
“How d'ye do, dear Miss, to-day?”

The Captain;—Now you'll say, my dear,
Methinks I long his name to hear:—
Why then—but don't you tell my aunt,
The Captain's name is Cormorant:
But hereafter you must know,
I shall call him Romeo,
And your friend, dear lady Bet,
Jenny no more, but Juliet.

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