"The
World Is Too Much With Us",
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;
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 wreathèd horn.”
“The World Is Too Much With Us” by William Wordsworth, is about the writer attempting to send the message out to everyone that many
people are no longer in touch with nature, do not spend enough time
appreciating the beauty in it, as well as not caring at all when the
world is being damaged.
What first caught my interest in this poem
was the interesting, meaningful title. Although short, the unique way the title
of the poem is worded is very powerful and intriguing.
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