POEM ~ The World Is Too Much With Us by William Wordsworth poem with text



the world is too much with us 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 wings that will be howling at all hours and our 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 pleasantly have glimpses that would make me less forlorn have sight of Proteus rising from the sea or hear old triton blow his readed horn

7 thoughts on “POEM ~ The World Is Too Much With Us by William Wordsworth poem with text

  1. In this hand, that I don't always see, I keep a few poems from the English Romantics that still speak to me, though for a long time now I've felt that the Romantic's view is clouded. Not overcast, but crowded with steamy masses they would endow with solicitude for us. Cumulus mountains I'm not Mohammed enough to move. This Wordsworth sonnet is one of the first poems to make me want to write poems that are not other than real speech, but rather, slightly elevated real speech. Not so high that I can't see where you climbed up from. Not so high that a fall could be fatal. // My channel contains poems, songs and paintings.

  2. Please click here for Wordsworth playlist http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLB3FEB3BB8185307E

  3. “ LIFE IS A QUARRY, OUT OF WHICH WE HAVE TO MOULD AND CHISEL AND COMPLETE A CHARACTER. ” – GOETHE

  4. And what would he think today, when people can't get their faces out of their electronic devices, even for a moment, to acknowledge the friend beside them? The sin of our age is to be quiet and alone for a second. What a sad commentary on our age.

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