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The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration.

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
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Holy
Time
Breathless
Nun
Adoration
Quiet

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