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Oh, blank confusion! true epitome Of what the mighty City is herself, To thousands upon thousands of her sons, Living amid the same perpetual whirl Of trivial objects, melted and reduced To one identity.

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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Identity
Reduced
City
Sons
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Mighty
Cities
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Whirl
Upon
Perpetual
Melted
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Confusion
Epitome
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Thousands
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