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    This poem describes the speaker sitting in a grove and feeling connected to nature through the sights and sounds around them. However, it causes them sadness to consider what humanity has made of itself and how little people appreciate the natural world. The poem expresses that nature and all living things seem to take pleasure in the world, unlike humanity which is too consumed with material desires. The speaker wishes they could see nature as pagans once did, to feel less lonely and disconnected from the natural order of things.

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    This poem describes the speaker sitting in a grove and feeling connected to nature through the sights and sounds around them. However, it causes them sadness to consider what humanity has made of itself and how little people appreciate the natural world. The poem expresses that nature and all living things seem to take pleasure in the world, unlike humanity which is too consumed with material desires. The speaker wishes they could see nature as pagans once did, to feel less lonely and disconnected from the natural order of things.

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    Lines Written in Early Spring (1798)

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    This poem describes the speaker sitting in a grove and feeling connected to nature through the sights and sounds around them. However, it causes them sadness to consider what humanity has made of itself and how little people appreciate the natural world. The poem expresses that nature and all living things seem to take pleasure in the world, unlike humanity which is too consumed with material desires. The speaker wishes they could see nature as pagans once did, to feel less lonely and disconnected from the natural order of things.

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    Lines Written in Early Spring (1798) The World Is Too Much With Us (1802-1807)

    BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH


    I heard a thousand blended notes, The world is too much with us; late and soon,
    While in a grove I sate reclined, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
    In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Little we see in Nature that is ours;
    Bring sad thoughts to the mind. We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
    This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
    To her fair works did Nature link The winds that will be howling at all hours,
    The human soul that through me ran; And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
    And much it grieved my heart to think For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
    What man has made of man. It moves us not. Great God! Id rather be
    A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
    Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
    The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
    And tis my faith that every flower Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
    Enjoys the air it breathes. Or hear old Triton blow his wreathd horn.

    The birds around me hopped and played,


    Their thoughts I cannot measure:
    But the least motion which they made
    It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

    The budding twigs spread out their fan,


    To catch the breezy air;
    And I must think, do all I can,
    That there was pleasure there.

    If this belief from heaven be sent,


    If such be Natures holy plan,
    Have I not reason to lament
    What man has made of man?

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