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" 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 206
by William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 210 pages
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 44

1838 - 938 pages
...varied moments 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,...wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to m* An appetite ; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor...
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Stanley: Or, The Recollections of a Man of the World, Volume 2

Horace Binney Wallace - 1838 - 274 pages
...and the lonely streams, Wherever nature led. He tells us of the days in which the sounding cataract, The tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy...wood. Their colours and their forms, were then to him An appetite, — a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm By thought supplied,...
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The United States Magazine and Democratic Review, Volume 10

1842 - 650 pages
...the mind of the young enthusiast desert him in maturer years. -" The sounding cataract Haunted him, like a passion ; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors and their forms, were then to him An appetite ; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter...
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The Quarterly review, Volume 52

1834 - 602 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...
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The Monthly chronicle; a national journal, Volume 3

1839 - 596 pages
...innumerable. Like Clerval, the imaginary friend of Frankenstein, • the sounding cataract Haunted him like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and...wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to him An appetite, a feeling, and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or...
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The Monthly Chronicle, Volume 3

1839 - 588 pages
...innumerable. Like Clerval, the imaginary friend of Frankenstein, • the sounding cataract Haunted him like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and...wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to him An appetite, a feeling, and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or...
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A Summer in Andalucia, Volume 1

George Dennis - 1839 - 430 pages
...customs and manners are more numerous and striking than in any other part of Spain. But Andalucia " has no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrow'd from the eye." Here the poet, the painter, and the worshipper of Nature may intoxicate themselves...
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A Summer in Andalucia

George Dennis - 1839 - 458 pages
...customs and manners are more numerous and striking than in any other part of Spain. But Andalucia " has no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrow'd from the eye." Here the poet, the painter, and the worshipper of Nature may intoxicate themselves...
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Selections from the British Poets, Volume 2

1840 - 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,...remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrow'd from the eye. That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy...
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Critical and Miscellaneous Writings of T. Noon Talfourd

Thomas Noon Talfourd - 1842 - 412 pages
...all.—I cannot paint And their glad animal movements, all gone by) What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain,...remoter charm By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrow'd from the eye. That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy...
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