Richard Savage Poems
|1.||The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto Ii||4/21/2010|
|2.||The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto V||4/21/2010|
|3.||Verses Occasioned By The Right Honourable The Lady Viscountess Tyrconnel's Recovery At Bath||4/21/2010|
|4.||Nature In Perfection||4/21/2010|
|5.||An Epistle Of The Right Honourable Sir Robert Walpole||4/21/2010|
|6.||The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto I||4/21/2010|
|7.||The Progress Of A Divine: Satire||4/21/2010|
|8.||The Authors: A Satire||4/21/2010|
|9.||A Poem: To The Memory Of Mrs. Oldfield||4/21/2010|
|10.||The Convocation: A Poem||4/21/2010|
|11.||The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto Iii||4/21/2010|
|12.||A Poem, Sacred To The Glorious Memory Of King George||4/21/2010|
|13.||The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto Iv||4/21/2010|
|14.||Of Public Spirit In Regard To Public Works: An Epistle, To His Royal Highness Frederick Prince Of Wa||4/21/2010|
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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 ...