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William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth was an English Romantic poet, born on April 7, 1770, in Cockermouth, and died on April 23, 1850. His poetry is renowned for its depiction of natural landscapes and profound expression of personal emotions and inner world. more

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