The World Is Too Much With Us : William Wordsworth : : Sonnet : : Nature Poems : :

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 winds that will be howling at all hours,AndContinue reading “The World Is Too Much With Us : William Wordsworth : : Sonnet : : Nature Poems : :”

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