Who is J. G. Holland

Josiah Gilbert Holland (July 24, 1819 – October 12, 1881) was an American novelist and poet who also wrote under the pseudonym Timothy Titcomb. He helped to found and edit Scribner's Monthly (afterwards the Century Magazine), in which appeared his novels, Arthur Bonnicastle, The Story of Sevenoaks, Nicholas Minturn. In poetry he wrote "Bitter-Sweet" (1858), "Kathrina", the lyrics to the Methodist hymn "There's a Song in the Air", and many others.


Born in Belchertown, Massachusetts, on July 24, 1819, Holland grew up in a poor family struggling to make ends meet. After a time, Josiah was forced to work in a factory to help the family. He then spent a short time studying at Northampton (Massachusetts) High School before withdrawing due to ill health. Late...
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J. G. Holland Poems

  • A Christmas Carol
    There's a song in the air!
    There's a star in the sky!
    There's a mother's deep prayer
    And a baby's low cry!...
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Top 10 most used topics by J. G. Holland

Song 1 Wonderful 1 Rejoice 1 Bring 1 Deep 1 King 1 Sweet 1 Earth 1 World 1 Star 1

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Birdwatchersa: god gives every bird its food, but he does not throw it into its nest. ~j.g. holland
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Spleen III
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Je suis comme le roi d'un pays pluvieux,
Riche, mais impuissant, jeune et pourtant très-vieux,
Qui, de ses précepteurs méprisant les courbettes,
S'ennuie avec ses chiens comme avec d'autres bêtes.
Rien ne peut l'égayer, ni gibier, ni faucon,
Ni son peuple mourant en face du balcon.
Du bouffon favori la grotesque ballade
Ne distrait plus le front de ce cruel malade;

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