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To brisk notes in cadence beating, glance their many-twinkling feet.

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Thomas Gray
Age: 54 †
Born: 1716
Born: December 26
Died: 1771
Died: July 30
Literary Critic
Poet
London
England
Feet
Brisk
Many
Twinkling
Cadence
Glance
Glances
Beating
Ballet
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