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There is a luxury in self-dispraise And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
Lyricist
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Cockermouth
Cumbria
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Spleen
Meditative
Affords
Feast
Inward
Luxury
Grateful
Dispraise
Self
Disparagement

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