Christopher Anstey (Кристофер Энсти)

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From wealth, from honours, and from courts remov'd,
I've kept the silent path my genius lov'd,
And pitied those whom fortune oft beguiles
With flatt'ring hopes from false ambition's smiles;
Hence far from me the prostituted hour
Of adulation base on pride or pow'r,
Hence (thanks to Heav'n!) I ne'er was doom'd to know
What bitter streams from disappointment flow,
Oh! bane of life's sweet cup!

1. In Promptu
2. A Parody on the Laureat's Ode
3. Lines Inscribed to the Memory of Dr. Samuel Johnson
4. To the Citizens of France

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