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The world is too much with us late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
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Cockermouth
Cumbria
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World
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Powers
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Little
Spending
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Waste

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