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Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet.

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
Pleasure
Lying
Found
Newly
Pleasures
Sweet
Feet

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