My favorite groups of writers in English Lit were the Romantics: Wordsworth, Keats, Coleridge, Lord Byron, P.B Shelley, etc. I wrote my junior year term paper on Wordsworth. This is one of my favorite poems by him. I think of it when I am feeling overwhelmed - like now - and it sooths me.
"The World is Too Much With Us"
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; (1)
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, (2)
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus (3) rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton (4) blow his wreathed horn.