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Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear.
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
Bear
Bears
Unfathomed
Ocean
Gems
Full
Purest
Dark
Serene
Many
Caves
Sweetness
Rays
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