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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
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Cumbria
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Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
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A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?
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Let the moon shine on the in thy solitary walk and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee.
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Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
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A lawyer art thou? Draw not nigh! Go, carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye, The hardness of that sallow face.
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Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster child, her inmate man, Forget the glories he hath known And that imperial palace whence he came.
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A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
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