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Title: The echo, with other poems
Year: 1807 (1800s)
Authors: Alsop, Richard, 1761-1815. cn Dwight, Theodore, 1764-1846, joint author. cn
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Publisher: (New York) Printed at the Porcupine press by Pasquin Petronius
Contributing Library: University of Pittsburgh Library System
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with a simple Indian I could cope,And in some future day by them be sentTo Congress, Powaw, or to Parliament.But what astonishment, what deep surprise,Possessd my soul, to see John Woods arise,This Bedford county youth, whom tother dayNo mortal knew, now strut across my way !O shame, disgrace, to be thus strangely foild,When I for days, for months, for years have toildjSpent all my vigour, all my prowess flov/n,My wit exhausted, and my wisdom gone !And this by one, who neer reclind his head,Midst piles of learning upon learning spread ; fWhere Philadelphias dome attracts the eyes,And Binghams Franklin seems to threat the skies-.When oer these western hills my footsteps ran,Driven by stern Justice from the haunts of man.Close at my heels, the fatal bailiif trode.And far before me stretchd the land of Nod.* t Mr. B e is stated to have been in the habit of frequently indulging himself in a nap, with a folio or quarto for his pillow, in the Citj Library<»f Philadelphia. * KoiTtiickv.
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153 Dark o^cr me wavd the hemlocks frightful shadesAnd at my elbow gleamd the savage blade ;While the gaunt wolf amid the shades of night,Prowld by the pallid moons uncertain light;In quest of carnage roamd the rugged bear,The panthers hideous yell assaild my ear;And the brown bitterns dismal clang was heard,Joind with the shriekings of the funeral bird;And every leaf that rustled on the heath,Seemd the dread harbinger of instant death—Whenlo ! an object of terrific size,By the faint glimmering caught my wondering eyes iExalted high in air, amid the wood,This strange phenomenon suspended stood,Fixd on a lofty trees far spreading bough,And gloomd with deeper dye the shades below*Chill horror naild me to the shuddering ground,Froze my hearts blood, my jaws distended bound,Cold sweat my limbs bedewd, my nerveless tongue^Stretchd at its length, adown my bosom hung.Swift through my mind each fearful image pacd,Hell seemd to hover oer the howling waste jSome shaggy beast of awful size was

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