The Works of Richard Savage (Volume 1); With an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1777. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... scription to a Miscellany of Poems in a very extra* ordinary manner, by publishing his story in the Plain Dealer *, with some affecting lines f, which he asserts to have been written by Mr. Savage upon the * The Piain Dealer was a periodical paper written by Mr. Hill and Mr. Bond, whom Mr. Savage called the two contending powers of light and darkness. They wrote by turns each six Essays, and the character of the work was observed regularly ta rise in Mr. Hill's weeks, and fall in Mr. Bond's. -f- Hopeless, abandon'd, aimless, and oppressed, Lost to delight, and, ev'ry way, distress'd; Cross his cold bed, in wild disorder, thrown, Thus sigh'd Alexis, friendless, and alone -- Why do I breathe ?--What joy can being give, When Ihe, who gave me lise; forgets I live Feels not these wintry blasts;--nor heeds my smart; But ihuts me from the shelter of her heart Saw me expos'd to want to shame to scorn To ills --which make it misery to be born Cast me, regardless, on the world's bleak wild And bade me be a wretch, while yet a child I Where can he hope for pity, peace, or rest, Who moves no softness in a mother's breast r Custom, law, reason, all my cause forsake, And Nature sleeps, to keep my woes awake Crimes, which the cruel scarce believe can be, The kind are guilty of, to ruin me. E'en ihe, who bore me, blasts me with her hatC- And, meant my fortune, makes herself my fate. Yet has this sweet neglector of my woes, The softest, tend'rest breast that pity knows Her eyes ihed mercy wherefoe'er they Ihine, And her soul melts at cv'ry woe--but mine. Sure then some secret fate for guilt unwtl'd, Some sentence preordain'd to be fulfill'd Plung'd me thus deep in sorrow's searching flood, And wastYd me from the mem'ry of her blood. But, oh whatev...