Richard Savage's main claim to fame was Samuel Johnson's biography which claimed that he was as illegitimate child descended from a noble line forced into poverty and misery by a mother whose sole aim and purpose in life was his destruction, Savage was a friend of Johnson's but this biography is disbelieved by most scholars and now has been discredited.
Richard Savage wrote two poems; The Bastard (1728) and The Wanderer (1729), and two comedies.
In 1727 he killed a man in a tavern brawl and was sentenced to death but was later pardoned. He died in poverty. more »
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Richard Savage Poems
The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto IV
Still o'er my mind wild Fancy holds her sway, Still on strange visionary land I stray. Now scenes crowd thick! now indistinct appear!
A poem, Sacred to the Glorious memory of...
Let gaudy Mirth, to the blithe Carrol-song, In loose light-measur'd Numbers dance along; Thou, Muse no flow'ry Fancies here display,
The Convocation: A Poem
When Vertue's Standard Ecclesiasticks bear, Their sacred Robe the noblest Minds revere. All to its Guidance do their Thoughts submit,
Of Public Spirit In Regard To Public Wor...
Great Hope of Britain!-Here the Muse essays A theme, which, to attempt alone, is praise. Be Her's a zeal of Public Spirit known!
The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto II
While thus a mind humane, and wise, he shows, All-eloquent of truth his language flows. Youth, tho' depress'd, thro' all his form appears;
The Progress Of A Divine: Satire
All priests are not the same, be understood! Priests are, like other folks, some bad, some good. What's vice or virtue, sure admits no doubt;
The Authors: A Satire
Bright Arts, abus'd, like Gems, receive their Flaws; Physick has Quacks, and Quirks obscure the Laws. Fables to shade Historic Truths combine,
A Poem: To The Memory of Mrs. Oldfield
Oldfield's no more!-And can the Muse forbear, O'er Oldfield's Grave to shed a grateful Tear? Shall she, the Glory of the British Stage,
Verses Occasioned By The Right Honourabl...
Where Thames with pride beholds Augusta's charms, And either India pours into her arms; Where Liberty bids honest arts abound,
The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto V
We left the cave. Be Fear (said I) defy'd! Virtue (for thou art Virtue) is my guide.
The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto III
Thus free our social time from morning flows, Till rising shades attempt the day to close. Thus my new friend: Behold the light's decay:
The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto I
Fain would my verse, Tyrconnel, boast thy name, Brownlow, at once my subject and my fame! Oh! could that spirit, which thy bosom warms,
Nature in Perfection
Let hireling Poets ply their venal Lays, The Great, the Pow'rful, and the Rich, to praise;
An Epistle Of The Right Honourable Sir R...
Still let low wits, who sense nor honour prize, Sneer at all gratitude, all truth disguise; At living worth, because alive, exclaim,
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto IV
Still o'er my mind wild Fancy holds her sway,
Still on strange visionary land I stray.
Now scenes crowd thick! now indistinct appear!
Swift glide the months, and turn the varying year!
Near the Bull's horn light's rising monarch draws;
Now on its back the Pleiades he thaws
From vernal heat pale winter forc'd to fly,
Northward retires, yet turns a wat'ry eye:
Then with an aguish breath nips infant blooms,
Deprives unfolding spring of rich perfumes,
Shakes the slow-circling blood of human race,
And in sharp, livid looks contracts the face.
Now o'er ...