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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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OCCASIONAL AND MISCELLANEOUS PIECES.
  
INSCRIPTION On a Cenotaph erected by Sir William Draper, K. B. in his Garden at Clifton near Bristol.
  
EPITAPH On a Lady who died after a lingering Illness, and had earnestly prayed that her only Child might not survive her: The Child died a short time after its Mother.
  
TO A FRIEND, On the Loss of an amiable Daughter.
  
On the Occasion of the Duke of Northumberland's being detained at Bath by a return of his Disorder.
  
LINES Inscribed to the memory of Dr. Samuel Johnson, occasioned by reading Mrs. Piozzi's Anecdotes, Mr. Boswell's Tour to the Hebrides, &c. &c.
  
DEO OPT. MAX. VOTUM. C. P. Auctore.
  
On the Recovery of a young Lady by the use of the Cheltenham Waters.
  
From Macrobius, Saturn. 11. 7.
  
In Promptu, to a Lady enquiring the reason why Beards were not worn as in former times.
  
In Promptu, written in 1779.
  
A SONNET, WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1795,
  
From Martial.
  
On the Execution of Mr. Coyghley for High Treason.
  
Ad Gentem Gallicam Germani apud Anglos commorantis Deprecatio.
  
BRITAIN'S GENIUS; WRITTEN UPON THE OCCASION OF THE MUTINY AT THE NORE, 1797.

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From Macrobius, Saturn. 11. 7.

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Translation of the above, A. D. 1794.

As circling ivy works the tree's decay,
Time's cold embraces steal my strength away,
Till like an empty tomb, my aged frame
Tells only what I was, and bears my name.
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