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J. G. (Josiah Gilbert) Holland
Josiah Gilbert Holland (1819–1881) was an American novelist, poet, and essayist known for his works that blended moral and social commentary. He co-founded and edited "Scribner's Monthly", which later became "The Century Magazine". Holland wrote popular novels such as "Arthur Bonnicastle" and "Miss Gilbert's Career," focusing on themes of character and personal integrity. His poetry, including "Bitter-Sweet" and "Kathrina," often reflected his interest in morality, religion, and human relationships.
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PICTURE. Winter's wild birthnight! In the fretful East The uneasy wind moans with its sense of cold, And sends its sighs through gloomy mountain gorge, Along the valley, up the whitening hill, To tease the sighing spirits of the pines, And waste in dismal woods their chilly life. The sky is dark, and on the huddled leaves— The restless, rustling leaves—sifts down its...
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I. A fluttering bevy left the gate With hurried steps, and sped away; And then a coach with drooping freight, Wrapped in its film of dusty gray, Stopped; and the pastor and his mate Stepped forth, and passed the waiting door, And closed it on the gazing street. "Oh Philip!" She could say no more. "Oh Mildred! You're at home, my sweet,— The old life...
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