ENGA11H3 Study Guide - Midterm Guide: Peignoir, Falconry, Aestheticism
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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, For this, for everything, we are out of tune; 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 wreath d horn. The tide is full, the moon lies fair. Upon the straits; on the french coast the light. Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of england stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, The best lack all conviction, while the worst.
