

Full in the passage of the vale, above,
A sable, silent, solemn forest stood;
Where nought but shadowy forms was seen to move,
As Idless fancied in her dreaming mood:
And up the hills, on either side, a wood
Of blackening pines, aye waving to and fro,
Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood;
And where this valley winded cut, below,
The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.
James Thomson (1700-1748)








“All the stories of ghosts and goblins that he had heard in the afternoon, now came crowding upon his recollection.
The night grew darker and darker; the stars seemed to sink deeper in the sky, and driving clouds occasionally hid them from his sight.
In the centre of the road stood an enormous tulip-tree…
Its limbs were gnarled, and fantastic, large enough to form trunks for ordinary trees,
twisting down almost to the earth, and rising again into the air…”
Washington Irving, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow



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