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The World Is Too Much With Us |
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The world is too much with us late and soon, |
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Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: |
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Little we see in nature that is ours |
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We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! |
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This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon |
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The Winds that will be howling at all hours |
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And are upgathered now like sleeping flowers |
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For this, for every thing, we are out of tune |
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It moves us not Great God! I' d rather be |
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A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn |
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So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, |
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Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn |
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Have sight of Proteus coming from the sea, |
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Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. |
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William Wordsworth |
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shì shì fēn fán méi xiē tíng |
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zuò zhě: wēi lián huá zī huá sī |
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shì shì fēn fán méi xiē tíng |
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huàn dé huàn shī hào fèi le rén shēng |
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yǔ zhēn shí de zì wǒ xíng tóng mò lù |
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wèi yíng tóu de wēi lì shī le líng hún |
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hǎi zài yuè guāng lǐ yǒng |
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fēng zhòu yè dì chuī |
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shí jiān jìng mì rú chén shuì de huā duǒ |
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wǒ men sàng shī rú xǔ, duì zhèi xiē, dōu wú dòng yú zhōng. |
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ā, shén |
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wǒ qǐng qiú chéng wéi yì lèi, fān dú guò shí de jiào yì |
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zhè yàng, huò xǔ néng shǐ wǒ zhàn lì yú qīng cǎo dì |
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huán wàng sì zhōu, kuān wèi wǒ gū jì de xīn líng |
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kàn hǎi shén pō lú qiū zài hǎi shàng shēng téng |
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tīng hǎi shén chuī téng chuī gǔ lǎo de luó hào |