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Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.

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
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Though
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Chasten
Often
Grating
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Subdue
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Still
Harsh
Music
Hearing
Humans
Humanity

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