 What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought...  Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other Poems - Page 206by William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 210 pagesFull view - About this book
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1834 - 628 pages
...movements, all gone by) To me was all in all. I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, , The mountain, and the dtep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1836 - 368 pages
...movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain,...had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. — That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1836 - 422 pages
...recite these lines in his own peculiar and musical manner, will recollect the effect they produced. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours...supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. I can still remember the delight of my heart, when I first looked into the nest of the golden-wren,... | |
 | Charles Valentine De Grice - 1836 - 322 pages
...recite these lines in his own peculiar and musical manner, will recollect the effect they produced. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours...supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. I can still remember the delight of my heart, when I first looked into the nest of the golden-wren,... | |
 | 1836 - 740 pages
...cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock The mountam, and the deep and gloomy wood Their odours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling...remoter charm By thought supplied, or any interest Unhorrowed from the eye. That time Is past. And all its aching loys arc now no more, And all its dizzy... | |
 | Thomas Russell Sullivan, David Reed - 1836 - 352 pages
...no other,—to long for and cleave to well-doing with 'An appetite,—a feeling and a love, That has no need of a remoter charm By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from'—itself! We believe that Christians imperiously need rousing to a perception of the real quality... | |
 | Charles Bucke - 1837 - 488 pages
...LAWS, CUSTOMS, HABITS, AND MANNERS, OF VARIOUS NATIONS. ^ V — ' — /x / - The sounding Cataract Haunted me like a passion ; the tall Rock, The Mountain...deep and gloomy Wood, Their colours and their forms, have been to me An appetite. WORDSWORTH. BY CHARLES BUCKE. AUTHOR OF "THE BOOK OF HUMAN CHARACTER,"... | |
 | Charles Bucke - 1837 - 488 pages
...OCCASIONAL REMARKS ON THE LAWS, CUSTOMS, HABITS, AND MANNERS, OF VARIOUS NATIONS. - The sounding Cataract Haunted me like a passion ; the tall Rock, The Mountain and the deep and gloom; Wood, Their colours and their forms, have been to me An appetite. WORDSWORTH. BY CHARLES BUCKE.... | |
 | William Howitt - 1838 - 414 pages
...loved. For nature then, To me was all in all — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion ; the tall rock, The mountain,...charm By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed of the eye. — Wordsworth. We should be startled to hear an ancient exclaim, like Shelley : Magnificent... | |
 | 1838 - 876 pages
...cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall roi-k, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Th»ir colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite;...had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. "That time ispasi, And all its aching joys are now no more,... | |
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