The world is too much with us; late and soon
de William Wordsworth(2005)
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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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- Autor
- William Wordsworth
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- Poezie
- An
- 2005
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- 116
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- 1 min
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- 14
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William Wordsworth. “The world is too much with us; late and soon.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/william-wordsworth/poezie/the-world-is-too-much-with-us-late-and-soonIntrebari frecvente
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