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.||A Poem, Sacred To The Glorious Memory Of King George||4/21/2010|
|6.||An Epistle Of The Right Honourable Sir Robert Walpole||4/21/2010|
|7.||The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto I||4/21/2010|
|8.||The Progress Of A Divine: Satire||4/21/2010|
|9.||The Authors: A Satire||4/21/2010|
|10.||A Poem: To The Memory Of Mrs. Oldfield||4/21/2010|
|11.||The Convocation: A Poem||4/21/2010|
|12.||The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto Iv||4/21/2010|
|13.||Of Public Spirit In Regard To Public Works: An Epistle, To His Royal Highness Frederick Prince Of Wa||4/21/2010|
|14.||The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto Iii||4/21/2010|
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:
Back to yon city let me point thy way.
South-west, behind yon hill, the slooping sun,
To ocean's verge his fluent course has run:
His parting eyes a wat'ry radiance shed,
Glance through the vale, and tip the mountain's head:
To which oppos'd the shad'wy gulfs below,
Beauteous, reflect the party-colour'd snow.
Now dance the stars, where Vesper leads the way;
Yet all faint-glimm'ring with remains of day.
Orient, the ...