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Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame, Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame.

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Thomas Gray
Age: 54 †
Born: 1716
Born: December 26
Died: 1771
Died: July 30
Literary Critic
Poet
London
England
Holy
Unconquerable
Freedom
Goddess
Mind
Flame
Flames
Pursue
Track
Shame
Glory
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