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world is too much with us
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by William Wordsworth | |
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; | 5 |
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; | 10 |
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 wreathèd horn. | |
world — At this time, the word world referred specifically to the human world, meaning civilization and society. It was distinct from Nature, with which Wordsworth contrasts it in line 3. | |
late — recently | |
Proteus — a Greek sea god whose power was to change shape at will | |
Triton — Another Greek sea god, Triton had a human head and torso and a fish-like lower half, like a merman (the male version of a mermaid). |