 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 pàgines
...than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by,) To me was...all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataraft Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 pàgines
...than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser. pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 pàgines
...one ' Who sought the thing he loved. For Nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal 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,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 pàgines
...loved. For nature then (The' coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements ail gone by,) To me was all in all — I cannot paint...then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a pa»sien : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms,... | |
 | 1816 - 692 pàgines
...original, that the reader may judge if we are correct, especially as the poem is not very well known. • The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion :...and the deep and gloomy wood Their colours and their form?, were then to me An appetite: a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, Sic.... | |
 | 1838 - 884 pàgines
...thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad varied moments all gone by) To me was all in all. I cannot paint What then I was. Tho sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1820 - 372 pàgines
...than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by,) To me was...cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, v 4 The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite... | |
 | A.P. Beresford, Alexander Dedekind, Andrew Jameson, Auguste de Saint-Hilaire, Benjamin Kidd, Bouffier de Sauvages, Charles Bucke, Edward Latham Ormerod, Esq. Thomas Hale, George Hubbard, Harry Wallis Kew, Herbert S. Shorthouse, I. Hopkins, James Caldwell, James Cavanah Murphy, Lippi, M.M.M., T. Slevan, Thorsley, Travers James Briant, William Carr, William Dunbar, William Hyde Wollaston - 1820 - 474 pàgines
...REMARKS ON THE LAWS, CUSTOMS, HABITS, AND MANNERS, OF VARIOUS NATIONS. - The sounding Cataract Haunted mo like a passion ; the tall Rock, The Mountain and the...deep and gloomy Wood, Their colours and their forms, have been to me An appetite. WORDSWORTH. BY CHARLES BUCKE. AUTHOR OF " THF BOOK OF HUMAN CHARACTER,"... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1823 - 590 pàgines
...pleasure sweetens pain. A fine poet thus describee the effect of the sight of nature on his mind : " The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion :...appetite, a feeling, and a love, That had no need oía remoter charm By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrow'd from the eye." So the forms of nature,... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1823 - 586 pàgines
...others regard only with admiration, he loved with ardour : • " 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,... | |
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For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal 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 deep... 
