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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
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Cockermouth
Cumbria
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Mary
Bred
Burn
Mills
Shadow
Float
Swan
Sweet
Meadows
Partake
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Lake
Sweets
Home
Floats
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Still
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