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Great men have been among us hands that penn'd And tongues that utter'd wisdom--better none
William Wordsworth
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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
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Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives.
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