The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune,
It moves us not.—Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
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Superb
In this day of almost unmitigated greed and gentrification destroy neighborhoods these words are quite timely. -
The poet shows his disdain for the 'modern' life of his time, revelling in the nature, the vision and the beauty with a hint of nostalgia for what used to be.
This poem transcends well into the 21st century as I myself often become nostalgic for what was.
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Similar to "God's Grandeur" in the aspect of losing touch with nature due to the industrial revolution. Although this i believe was a good ways into the IR. And "GG" was in the beginning. He yearns to be in touch with nature again
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sweet@mind
"The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;"
this is some thing very philosophical and yet has few very simple thoughts amalgamated with psyche
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