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Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed.

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Thomas Gray
Age: 54 †
Born: 1716
Born: December 26
Died: 1771
Died: July 30
Literary Critic
Poet
London
England
Many
Foul
Towers
Midnight
Feds
Lasting
Murder
London
Shame
Julius

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