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It calls Devotion! genuine growth of night! Devotion! Daughter of Astronomy! An undevout astronomer is mad!

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Devotion
Calls
Mad
Madness
Genuine
Daughter
Astronomer
Growth
Astronomers
Night
Astronomy

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