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The silence that is in the starry sky, / The sleep that is among the lonely hills.

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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Starry
Hills
Lonely
Sky
Among
Silence
Sleep

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