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Yet sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up, He felt with spirit so profound.

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
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Still
Profound
Sometimes
Serious
Went
Secret
Drank
Felt
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Spirit
Round
Thought
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