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Poem
April 1, 1823
Alexandria Gazette & Advertiser
Alexandria, Virginia
What is this article about?
Humorous poem in attempted Sapphic form describing a farmer named Ichabod Beverly, his appearance, and a simple greeting exchange with another man.
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POETRY.
From The Morning Chronicle.
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.
Fall 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 close 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, as cleverly.
A.
From The Morning Chronicle.
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.
Fall 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 close 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, as cleverly.
A.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
Satire
What themes does it cover?
Satire Society
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Ichabod Beverly
Farmer Description
Rural Encounter
Sapphic Attempt
Humorous Verse
What entities or persons were involved?
A.
Poem Details
Title
An Attempt At Sapphic
Author
A.
Form / Style
Sapphic Stanzas
Key Lines
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.
Fall 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 Close Fraternity.