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Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.

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
Heart
Nameless
Sensations
Sweet
Along
Blood
Felt

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