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Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams - can breed such fear and awe as fall upon us often when we look into our Minds, into the Mind of Man.

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
Lyricist
Poet
Cockermouth
Cumbria
Wordsworth
Dream
Minds
Aught
Look
Dreams
Vacancy
Looks
Help
Breed
Mind
Upon
Darkest
Men
Fear
Pits
Often
Awe
Fall
Lowest
Blinder
Helping
Chaos
Scooped

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