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Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither.

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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Brought
Sea
Ocean
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Though
Inland
Soul
Hither
Immortal
Souls

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