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As generations come and go, Their arts, their customs, ebb and flow Fate, fortune, sweep strong powers away, And feeble, of themselves, decay.

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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Fate
Sweep
Generations
Feeble
Strong
Decay
Away
Customs
Art
Arts
Come
Powers
Fortune
Flow
Transience

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