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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). | |