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The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives.

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
Purpose
Veils
Simple
Largest
Deceiving
Purposes
Primrose
Leaves
Deceives
Spread
Upright
Thus
Benign
Flower
Veil

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