{"id":662,"date":"2010-09-25T21:59:00","date_gmt":"2010-09-25T21:59:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=662"},"modified":"2017-07-11T04:10:31","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T04:10:31","slug":"sleepy-hollow-by-william-ellery-channing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/sleepy-hollow-by-william-ellery-channing\/","title":{"rendered":"Sleepy Hollow by William Ellery Channing"},"content":{"rendered":"

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William Ellery Channing (1818 ?1901)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

SLEEPY HOLLOW<\/p>\n

No abbey’s gloom, nor dark cathedral-stoops,
\nNo winding torches paint the midnight air; Here the green pines delight, the aspen droops
\nAlong the modest pathways, and those fair Pale asters of the season spread their plumes
\nAround this field, fit garden for our tombs.<\/p>\n

And shalt thou pause to hear some funeral bell
\nSlow stealing o’er thy heart in this calm place, Not with a throb of pain, a feverish knell,
\nBut in its kind and supplicating grace, It says, Go, pilgrim, on thy march, be more
\nFriend to the friendless than thou wast before;<\/p>\n

Learn from the loved one’s rest serenity:
\nTo-morrow that soft bell for thee shall sound, And thou repose beneath the whispering tree,
\nOne tribute more to this submissive ground;? Prison thy soul from malice, bar out pride,
\nNor these pale flowers nor this still field deride:<\/p>\n

Rather to those ascents of being turn,
\nWhere a ne’er-setting sun illumes the year Eternal, and the incessant watch-fires burn
\nOf unspent holiness and goodness clear,? Forget man’s littleness, deserve the best,
\nGod’s mercy in thy thought and life confest.<\/p>\n

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SLEEPY HOLLOW No abbey’s gloom, nor dark cathedral-stoops, No winding torches paint the midnight air; Here the green pines delight, the aspen droops Along the modest pathways, and those fair Pale asters of the season spread their plumes Around this field, fit garden for our tombs. And shalt thou pause to hear some funeral bell…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,418],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-662","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1800s","category-halloween-poems"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/662","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=662"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/662\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=662"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=662"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=662"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}