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The moving accident is not my trade To freeze the blood I have no ready arts: 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
Lyricist
Poet
Cockermouth
Cumbria
Wordsworth
Alone
Accidents
Simple
Arts
Moving
Delight
Song
Hearts
Art
Summer
Freeze
Heart
Trade
Pipe
Thinking
Ready
Accident
Blood
Shade

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