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Gray and Collins: Poetical Works

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Thomas Gray
Thomas Gray

Thomas Gray, a prominent English poet, was born on December 26, 1716, in London, and died on July 30, 1771. He is considered one of the representative figures of 18th-century English literature, known for his lyric poetry and satirical works. more

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