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From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
Lyricist
Poet
Cockermouth
Cumbria
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Deeds
Thoughts
Ghostly
Thousand
Haunting
Body
Proceed
Deed
Fears
Forgiveness
Guilty

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