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When his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of music, audible to him alone.

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
Lyricist
Poet
Cockermouth
Cumbria
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Every
Governed
Strain
Motion
Train
Seem
Veering
Alone
Gait
Seems
Audible
Music
Starry

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