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Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.

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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Lies
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Boys
Shades
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Infancy
Heaven
Shade
Lying
Prison
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Childhood

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