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We Poets in our youth begin in gladness But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
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Poet
Cockermouth
Cumbria
Wordsworth
Poet
Youth
Ends
Despondency
Come
Thereof
Gladness
Poets
Madness
Begin

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