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    ¼¼»óÀº ¿ì¸®¿¡°Ô ³Ê¹«ÇÏ´Ù(The World Is Too Much with Us)  
    
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    The world is too much with us; late and soon,
    (¼¼»óÀº ¿ì¸®¿¡°Ô ³Ê¹«ÇÏ´Ù. ¹ã³·À¸·Î ¿ì¸®´Â)
    Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers
    (¹ú°í ¾²´Â µ¥ ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ÈûÀ» ÅÁÁøÇØ ¹ö¸°´Ù.)
    Little we see in Nature that is ours
    (¿ì¸® °ÍÀÎ ÀÚ¿¬¿¡¼­ º¸´Â °ÍÀÌ °ÅÀÇ ¾ø´Ù.)
    We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
    (¸ðµÎ°¡ ¸¶À½¸¶Àú ³»¹ö·ÈÀ¸´Ï, õ¹ÚÇÑ ÆíÀÍÀÌ´Ù!)
    The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
    (´Þºû¿¡ Á¥°¡½¿À» µå·¯³»´Â ¹Ù´Ù)
    The winds that will be howling at all hours,
    (½¯ »õ ¾øÀÌ ¿ïºÎ¢À¸·Á ÇÏÁö¸¸)
    And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
    (Áö±ÝÀº Àáµç ²Éó·³ ¿òÃ÷·¯µç ¹Ù¶÷)
    For this, for everything, we are out of tune
    (À̵é°ú ¸ðµç °Í¿¡ Á¶È­¸¦ ÀÒ¾î¹ö¸° ¿ì¸®)
    It moves us not. Great God! I'd rather be
    (¹«¾ù¿¡µµ °¨µ¿¹ÞÁö ¸øÇÏ´Ï, ½ÅÀ̽ÿ©!)
    A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn
    (Â÷¶ó¸® ³°Àº ½Å¾ÓÀ¸·Î ±æ·¯Áø À̱³µµÀÌ°í ½Í½À´Ï´Ù.)
    So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
    (±×·¯¸é ÀÌ Áñ°Å¿î ÃÊ¿ø¿¡ ¼­¼­ Á¦ ¸¶À½ÀÇ)
    Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn
    (¾µ¾µÇÔÀ» ´Þ·¡ÁÙ ±¤°æµéÀ» º¼ ¼ö ÀÖÁö ¾ÊÀ»±î¿ä.)
    Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea
    (¹Ù´Ù¿¡¼­ ¼Ú¾Æ¿À¸£´Â ÇÁ·ÎÅ׿콺¸¦ º¸°Å³ª)
    Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
    (´ÄÀº Æ®¶óÀÌÅÏÀÌ ¼Ò¶ó°íµÕ ºÎ´Â °ÍÀ» µéÀ» ¼ö ÀÖÁö ¾ÊÀ»±î¿ä.)
    
     
    *Proteus
    ±×¸®½º ½ÅÈ­¿¡ ³ª¿À´Â ÇؽÅÀÇ Çϳª. ¸¶À½À¸·Î ¸ð½ÀÀ» ¹Ù²Ü ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù.
    *Triton
    ±×¸®½º ½ÅÈ­¿¡ ³ª¿À´Â ¹ÝÀιݾîÀÇ ÇؽÅÀ¸·Î ¼Ò¶ó°íµÕ(conch shell)À» ºÐ´Ù.