 | 1836 - 740 страници
...(singing rather) of Vol.. VII. his own experience, I might say as he does — " I cannot paint What I then was. The sounding 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... | |
 | Charles Bucke - 1837 - 422 страници
...Illustrations; OCCASIONAL REMARKS ON THE LAWS, CUSTOMS, HABITS, AND MANNERS, OF VARIOUS NATIONS. . The sounding Cataract Haunted me like a passion ;...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 страници
...Illustrations ; 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 страници
...something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then, To me was all in all — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract...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 - 938 страници
...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. The sounding cataract...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... | |
 | 1834 - 602 страници
...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...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... | |
 | Horace Binney Wallace - 1838 - 274 страници
...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,... | |
 | 1838 - 876 страници
...coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad varied moments all gone by, To me wan all ia all. I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding 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... | |
 | 1842 - 650 страници
...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... | |
 | 1839 - 588 страници
...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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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... 
