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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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THE NEW BATH GUIDE:
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THE NEW BATH GUIDE. PART II.
  
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.
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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.
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CHARITY; A POETICAL PARAPHRASE OF THE THIRTEENTH CHAPTER OF ST. PAUL'S FIRST EPISTLE TO THE CORINTHIANS.
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THE FARMER'S DAUGHTER, A POETICAL TALE.
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OCCASIONAL AND MISCELLANEOUS PIECES.

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Verse 1.—Though I speak with the tongues of men, and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.

Had it pleas'd him, from whom all wisdom flows,
Him, who each good, each perfect gift bestows,
With knowledge to exalt my feeble mind,
Bright as e'er shed its lustre on mankind;
Though on my lips persuasive accents hung,
Soft as the music of an angel's tongue,
Still should I languish, still my soul despair,
Wert thou, sweet Charity, a stranger there;
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Vain were my voice, as sounding brass that rings
To deeds of heroes, or the pomp of kings,
Vain as the tinkling cymbal, that displays
Man's gaudy pride—but not th'Almighty's praise.—
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