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Along the cool sequestered vale of life, They kept the noiseless tenour of their way.

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Thomas Gray
Age: 54 †
Born: 1716
Born: December 26
Died: 1771
Died: July 30
Literary Critic
Poet
London
England
Way
Life
Sequestered
Noiseless
Vale
Kept
Cool
Along

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