{"id":2362,"date":"2009-01-22T13:56:26","date_gmt":"2009-01-22T18:56:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/?p=2362"},"modified":"2009-01-22T13:56:26","modified_gmt":"2009-01-22T18:56:26","slug":"longfellows-excelsior","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/?p=2362","title":{"rendered":"Longfellow&#8217;s Excelsior!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>THE SHADES of night were falling fast,<br \/>\n<br \/>As through an Alpine village passed<br \/>\n<br \/>A youth, who bore, &#8216;mid snow and ice,<br \/>\n<br \/>A banner with the strange device,<br \/>\n<br \/>        Excelsior!<\/p>\n<p>His brow was sad; his eye beneath,<br \/>\n<br \/>Flashed like a falchion from its sheath,<br \/>\n<br \/>And like a silver clarion rung<br \/>\n<br \/>The accents of that unknown tongue,<br \/>\n<br \/>        Excelsior!<\/p>\n<p>In happy homes he saw the light<br \/>\n<br \/>Of household fires gleam warm and bright;<br \/>\n<br \/>Above, the spectral glaciers shone,<br \/>\n<br \/>And from his lips escaped a groan,<br \/>\n<br \/>        Excelsior!<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Try not the Pass!&#8221; the old man said;<br \/>\n<br \/>&#8220;Dark lowers the tempest overhead,<br \/>\n<br \/>The roaring torrent is deep and wide!&#8221;<br \/>\n<br \/>And loud that clarion voice replied,<br \/>\n<br \/>        Excelsior!<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.bartleby.com\/102\/62.html\">Continue reading one of Longfellow&#8217;s many great American poems<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>THE SHADES of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, &#8216;mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior! His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior! &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/?p=2362\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Longfellow&#8217;s Excelsior!<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2362","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2362","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2362"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2362\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2362"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2362"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2362"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}