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Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place.

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
Lyricist
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Cockermouth
Cumbria
Wordsworth
Beauty
Though
Happy
Place
Pensive
Melancholy
Brought
Grace

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