| The World is Too Much With Us | ||
| by William Wordsworth | ||
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 wreathèd horn. | ||
Friday, October 8, 2010
Thought for Friday
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Nice to find your writing blog, Carla! I'm just back from Liverpool - we went to an open day at the University with my son. While we were there we took in the John Lennon 70th birthday peace gig and memorial unveiling. I'll post some photos on Facebook
ReplyDeleteCarla- Simple and lovely words.
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