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Poem
November 14, 1818
Alexandria Gazette & Daily Advertiser
Alexandria, Virginia
What is this article about?
Humorous poem attempting Sapphic meter, depicting a comical rural man named Ichabod Beverly plowing his field, with vivid descriptions of his appearance and a simple greeting exchange.
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Full Text
From the Journal of the Times,
AN ATTEMPT AT SAPPHIC.
One morn when earth was free from snow,
And springs had not forgot to flow,
A man went forth to plough and hoe ;
His name was Ichabod Beverly,
His hat was in condition sad,
Whate'er his thoughts were, good or bad,
He there recorded all he had ;
Of chalk was made his memory.
Tall was his form his hair, coal black.
Hung like a lynch-pin down his back,
An eel-skin kept it in its sack,
With gripe of French fraternity.
He met a man (and I know who)
Said he, kind friend, how do you do?
I'm pretty well—how is't with you?
I thank you, I am cleverly.
AN ATTEMPT AT SAPPHIC.
One morn when earth was free from snow,
And springs had not forgot to flow,
A man went forth to plough and hoe ;
His name was Ichabod Beverly,
His hat was in condition sad,
Whate'er his thoughts were, good or bad,
He there recorded all he had ;
Of chalk was made his memory.
Tall was his form his hair, coal black.
Hung like a lynch-pin down his back,
An eel-skin kept it in its sack,
With gripe of French fraternity.
He met a man (and I know who)
Said he, kind friend, how do you do?
I'm pretty well—how is't with you?
I thank you, I am cleverly.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
Satire
What themes does it cover?
Satire Society
What keywords are associated?
Ichabod Beverly
Sapphic Attempt
Satirical Portrait
Rural Man
Comical Description
Poem Details
Title
An Attempt At Sapphic.
Subject
Satirical Portrait Of Ichabod Beverly
Form / Style
Attempt At Sapphic Meter
Key Lines
His Name Was Ichabod Beverly,
Tall Was His Form His Hair, Coal Black.
Hung Like A Lynch Pin Down His Back,
An Eel Skin Kept It In Its Sack,
Said He, Kind Friend, How Do You Do?