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And when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory images and precious thoughts That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
Lyricist
Poet
Cockermouth
Cumbria
Wordsworth
Soul
Consciousness
Streams
Memories
Passed
Shall
Precious
Dies
Images
Overflowed
Upon
Destroyed
Deposited
Left
Memory
Remained
Away
Silent
Stream
Cannot
Thoughts
Shore

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