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Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.

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
Poor
Simple
Disdainful
Annals
Grandeur
Simplicity
Smile
Short
Hear

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