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For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
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Cockermouth
Cumbria
Wordsworth
Lying
Vacant
Upon
Couch
Eye
Couches
Flash
Inward
Bliss
Mood
Pensive
Solitude
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