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my brain Worked with a dim and undetermined sense Of unknown modes of being o'er my thoughts There hung a darkness, call it solitude Or blank desertion.

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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Sense
Thoughtful
Thinking
Unknown
Solitude
Worked
Undetermined
Darkness
Desertion
Thoughts
Modes
Brain
Hung
Call
Blank

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