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The Poetical Works of Christopher Anstey, With Some Account of the Life and Writings of the Author, by J. Anstey
The Poetical Works of Christopher Anstey With Some Account of the Life and Writings of the Author by J Anstey Author:Christopher Anstey General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1808 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million book... more »s for free. Excerpt: Firmer than polish'd brass, or sculptur'd stone Shall long preserve her Memory, and thine own On the Occasion of the Duke of Northumberland's being detained at Bath by a return of his Disorder. W o R N with the raging gout's consuming fires, The good Northumberland to Bath retires: There Health awhile her flattering respite brings From healing medicines, and salubrious springs; But soon as homeward he directs his way Th' imperious foe returns, and bids him stay. How hard, alas! that those who truly know What social pleasures from his converse flow, Who feel his virtues, and so rarely find Candour and truth with courtly manners join'd, On terms like these his presence must obtain, And owe their pleasure to his grief and pain! LINES Inscribed to the memory of Dr. Samuel Johnson, occasioned by reading Mrs. Piozzi's Anecdotes, Mr. Boswell's Tour to the Hebrides, O ! Johnson, learned, venerable shade, What havock of thy fame hath friendship made, What childish trophies round thy manly bust, What noisome weeds are planted in thy dust ! Yet sleep in peace -- and though to me unknown (Save from the musick of thy learn'd renown) Accept this verse, if aught my verse can boast To sooth the anguish of thy injured Ghost. What though thy friends, thy dearest friends, have tried, To blaze those faults, which e'en thy foes would hide, Though like a gem by some rude artist set, We mark thy flaws, thy brilliancy forget, Yet rest assured, when all their triumph's o'er, Thy friends and enemies are known no more, When time shall mould the sprightly works of Thrale, And turn to ...« less