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Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.

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
Anon
Recognizes
Stirring
Breeze
Nature
Soul
Ever

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