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Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
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Poet
Cockermouth
Cumbria
Wordsworth
Pleasure
Daffodils
Heart
Pensive
Daffodil
Dances
Vacant
Fills
Gardening
Garden

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