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Yon foaming flood seems motionless as iceIts dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,Frozen by distance.

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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Ice
Foaming
Distance
Eludes
Eye
Motionless
Seems
Turbulence
Elude
Dizzy
Frozen
Flood

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