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The snow had begun in the gloaming, and busily all the night had been heaping field and highway with a silence deep and white.
James Russell Lowell
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James Russell Lowell
Age: 72 †
Born: 1819
Born: February 22
Died: 1891
Died: August 12
Diplomat
Essayist
Journalist
Literary Critic
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Writer
Cambridge
Massachusetts
Night
Highways
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Snow
Field
Fields
Gloaming
Deep
Busily
Silence
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Highway
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