Ann Eliza Bleecker,
On reading Dryden's Virgil — from The Posthumous Works of Ann Eliza Bleecker
“ And we not mourn the sudden ruin of our's? See York on fire---while borne by winds each flame Projects its glowing sheet o'er half the main: Th' affrighted savage, yelling with amaze, From Allegany sees the rolling blaze. ”
