The poem was based on the form of Virgil's The Aeneid and the subject matter of Geoffrey of Monmouth's Historia Regum Britanniae. He supported the Glorious Revolution, and Prince Arthur was a celebration of William III. Prince Arthur, an Heroick Poem in X Books appeared in 1695. This opposition would be satirised by Sir Samuel Garth in The Dispensary in 1699.īlackmore had a passion for writing epics. He had trouble with the College, being censured for taking leave without permission, and he strongly opposed the project for setting up a free dispensary for the poor in London. In 1685 he married Mary Adams, whose family connections aided him in winning a place in the Royal College of Physicians in 1687. Blackmore returned to England via Germany and Holland, and then he set up as a physician. He stayed for a while in Padua and graduated in medicine at Padua. He went to France, Geneva, and various places in Italy. He was a tutor at the college for a time, but in 1682 he received his inheritance from his father. He received his Bachelor of Arts in 1674 and his MA in 1676. He was educated briefly at Westminster School and entered St Edmund Hall, Oxford, in 1669 at 15.
He was born at Corsham, in Wiltshire, the son of a wealthy attorney. Among the riders there is none whose safe return I watch for- I mean none more than any other- and indeed there seems no risk.Sir Richard Blackmore (22 January 1654 – 9 October 1729), English poet and physician, is remembered primarily as the object of satire and as an epic poet, but he was also a respected medical doctor and theologian. You must be tired of this story, and the time I take to think, and the weariness of my telling but my life from day to day shows so little variance.
Often too I wonder at the odds of fortune, which made me (helpless as I am, and fond of peace, and reading), the heiress of this mad domain. Nothing, I mean, which I can grasp, and have with any surety nothing but faint images, and wonderment, and wandering. If I look for help to those around me, who should tell me right and wrong (being older and much wiser), I meet sometimes with laughter, and at other times with anger. I know not where the beginning was, nor where the middle ought to be, nor even how at the present time I feel, or think, or ought to think.
“I cannot go through all my thoughts, so as to make them clear to you, nor have I ever dwelt on things, to shape a story of them.
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