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poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
Lyricist
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Cockermouth
Cumbria
Wordsworth
Knowledge
Spirit
Impassioned
Finer
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Poetry

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