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Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!

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
Burn
Mills
Shadow
Float
Swan
Sweet
Meadows
Partake
Stills
Lake
Sweets
Home
Floats
Meadow
Still
Lakes
Mill
Double
Swans
Mary
Bred

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