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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! "
The book of poetry [ed. by B.G. Johns]. - الصفحة 156
بواسطة Book - 1847 - عدد الصفحات: 186
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Theology in the English Poets: Cowper, Coleridge, Wordsworth and Burns

Stopford Augustus Brooke - 1874 - عدد الصفحات: 396
...lay waste our powers : ,_ . Little we seein Nature that is ours : C_4fvvkl-^<jU^Cty-i/t| ^ \Ve have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! The Sea that...The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are upgathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this — for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us...

Beauties of English Landscape

1874 - عدد الصفحات: 334
...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...

Beauties of English Landscape

1874 - عدد الصفحات: 332
...we see in Nature that is ours : We hare given our hearts awaj, a sordid boon ! This sea. that bores 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....

Theology in the English Poets: Cowper--Coleridge--Wordsworth and Burns

Stopford Augustus Brooke - 1875 - عدد الصفحات: 374
...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 ! The Sea that...The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are upgathered now like sleeping flowers 3 For this—for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us...

Papers of the Manchester Literary Club, المجلدات 1-2

Manchester Literary Club - 1875 - عدد الصفحات: 370
...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...

Two Poets of the Oxford Movement: John Keble and John Henry Newman

Rodney Stenning Edgecombe - 1996 - عدد الصفحات: 304
...sentence, enacts the laggardness and indifference of the reaction that comes behind: This sea that bears 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....
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The Literature Workbook

Clara Calvo, Jean Jacques Weber - 1998 - عدد الصفحات: 166
...nature and breaks up the connection, and this something is what Wordsworth refers to as 'the world'. 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;...
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The Classic Hundred Poems: All-time Favorites

William Harmon - 1998 - عدد الصفحات: 386
...herself almost nameless and all but unremembered. FORM: Three ballad measure stanzas rhyming abab. 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;...
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Modern Japanese Aesthetics: A Reader

Michael F. Marra - 2001 - عدد الصفحات: 340
...and spending, we lay wasre our powets: Lirtle we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our heatts away, a sordid boon! The sea that bares her bosom...The winds that will be howling at all hours. And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for evetything, we are our of tune; It moves us not.—Great...
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Where the Water Lilies Grow

R. D. Lawrence - 1999 - عدد الصفحات: 240
...Little we see in nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bears 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....
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