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But knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.

Thomas Gray

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Thomas Gray
Age: 54 †
Born: 1716
Born: December 26
Died: 1771
Died: July 30
Literary Critic
Poet
London
England
Time
Page
Spoils
Noble
Ample
Pages
Repressed
Rich
Spoil
Eyes
Chill
Knowledge
Current
Penury
Eye
Currents
Genial
Soul
Rage
Froze

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