Poem: The World Is Too Much With Us by William Wordsworth

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The question is: describe and explain one characteristics that is presented in the poem!

In the poet of William Wordsworth " The World Is too much with us" who is an English poetry and one that is inspired by nature, he uses different characteristics of the great movement of Romanticism. The main Characteristic is the description of nature, he describes it as something damaged by the society. Among these descriptions: " The sea that bares her bosom to the moon" in this line the author linkes up between two elemens of nature the sea and the moon wheras " and are upgathered now like sleeping flowers" in this line the speaker describes nature by personification human beings characteristics "sleeping flowers". In conclusion, the characterstic of nature was seen as being perfect in the period of Romanticism.

Hi, Jasmin
To start with I should post the poem for the people that don´t know or don´t remember it.
Your text is the beginning of an essay. You will have to edit it, for example your use of capital letters and the use of the words "poet" and "poetry", and develop your ideas.

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Alright,Thank you so much for your feedback and yes I will. Actually, it is required no more than ten lines.
The poem is: 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.