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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 wreath�d horn.
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A.Buttle
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| Posted: Tue May 15, 2001 7:55 pm |
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Look at what I have started....
Excellent...... |
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Chris
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| Posted: Tue May 15, 2001 8:03 pm |
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| "The World Is Too Much With Us" by William Wordsworth |
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A.Buttle
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| Posted: Tue May 15, 2001 10:36 pm |
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| Excellent Chris. |
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