Biography of Richard Savage
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.
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Richard Savage Poems
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 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!
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,
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 Convocation: A Poem
When Vertue's Standard Ecclesiasticks bear, Their sacred Robe the noblest Minds revere. All to its Guidance do their Thoughts submit,
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,
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,
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,
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,
Nature In Perfection
Let hireling Poets ply their venal Lays, The Great, the Pow'rful, and the Rich, to praise;
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 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;
Nature In Perfection
Mater ait, tacta est dea Nomine Matris.
--- Utinam modo dicere Possem
Carmina digna dea, certe est dea carmine digna.