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The World Is Too Much With Us by William Wordsworth

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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. "The World Is Too Much With Us" — by William Wordsworth Paraphrased Line by Line 1. The world is too much with us; late and soon, People are overly concerned with material things, it happens later or sooner. 2. Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;— We waste our human abilities and potential in the constant cycle o...

The Express by Stephen Spender

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The Express  by Stephen Spender Line by line Paraphrase of The Express by Stephen Spender After the first powerful plain manifesto Paraphrase - After making its first strong and clear announcement of movement, The black statement of pistons, without more fuss Paraphrase - The engine’s pistons make their powerful mechanical sound; But gliding like a queen, she leaves the station. Paraphrase - Then, smoothly and without effort, the train quietly leaves the station. Without bowing and with restrained unconcern Paraphrase - Without any gesture or politeness, and with calm confidence, She passes the houses which humbly crowd outside, Paraphrase - The train moves past the small houses that stand modestly by the tracks, The gasworks and at last the heavy page Paraphrase - Past the gasworks, and then past the cemetery, Of death, printed by gravestones in the cemetery. Paraphrase - Where gravestones look like printed symbols of death. Beyond the town there lies the open country Paraphras...