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The World is too much with us

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Lauren Richmond

on 15 April 2010

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Transcript of The World is too much with us

Double click anywhere & add an idea The World Is Too Much With Us
William Wordsworth paraphrase it!
The world is too much with us, then and now
getting, spending money; we waste what we are capable of
we hardly see what is ours in nature
we have given up our hearts, a horrible favor
the sea refelcting the moon
winds continuing to blow
are gathered up like sleeping flowers
for this and all, we are not on track.
it does not even faze us, God!
I'd rather be a religious outcast sucked into a system worn out
So i may stand on this wonderful meadow
have looks that would make me less unhappy
see Proteus rising ftom the sea;
or hear Triton blow his horn

what's the pattern?
ABBA until the last four lines
which are ABAB. any symbols or illusions?
Proteus and Triton
Sea and Nature


any similies, metaphors, or personifications?
sleeping flowers
Sea bares bosom to moon
winds howling poetry!
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; (1)
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, (2)
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus (3) rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton (4) blow his wreathed horn.
what do you see?
dissapointment
sea, nature, earth
peaceful meadows attitude?
dissatisfied with mankind shift!
every semi colon
last stanza what is the theme? materialism taking over nature. ungrateful man
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