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E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.

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Thomas Gray
Age: 54 †
Born: 1716
Born: December 26
Died: 1771
Died: July 30
Literary Critic
Poet
London
England
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Wonted
Nature
Tomb
Live
Tombs
Fires
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Ashes
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