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"The man who does not read

good books has no advantage over the man who can't read them."

 

Mark Twain

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THE WORLD of ECLIT

This is the hub for all you budding literature scholars. Look out for additional resources on the texts you are studying, take part in discussions on The Forum, and update parts of your reading journal online.

 

POEM OF THE UNIT

 

 

The World is too much with us; late and soon

by William Wordsworth

 

The world is too much with us; late and soon,

Getting and sepnding, 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 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 wreathed horn.

 

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