“Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart:
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:
Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free,
So didst thou travel on life's common way,
In cheerful godliness.”

— William Wordsworth

London, 1802, l. 9 (1807).

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English Romantic poet 1770–1850

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