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Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
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To be young was very heaven!
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The moving accident is not my trade To freeze the blood I have no ready arts: 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.
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Burn all the statutes and their shelves: They stir us up against our kind And worse, against ourselves.
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There is a luxury in self-dispraise And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.
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Yon foaming flood seems motionless as iceIts dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,Frozen by distance.
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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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