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Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed.
Thomas Gray
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Thomas Gray
Age: 54 †
Born: 1716
Born: December 26
Died: 1771
Died: July 30
Literary Critic
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London
England
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Julius
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Midnight
Feds
Lasting
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