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 supplied, nor... Bizarre: For Fireside and Wayside - Page 3151854Full view - About this book
| Henry Reed - English literature - 1855 - 416 pages
...world of sense, as he wandered over the earth. " The sounding cataract Haunted (him) like a passion : 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... | |
| John Bartlett - Quotations - 1856 - 660 pages
...the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion ; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm By thoughts supplied, nor... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1856 - 538 pages
...For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days. Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock f The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors and their forms, were then to mo An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or... | |
| William John Conybeare - English fiction - 1856 - 516 pages
...was all in all;—I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Hannted 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... | |
| Edwin Paxton Hood - 1856 - 556 pages
...this picture of the boyhood of an enthusiast. " The sounding cataract, Haunted mo 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... | |
| Henry Pitman - 1316 pages
...Tintern Abbey": — I cannot paint 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 m« An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a... | |
| William Wordsworth - English poetry - 1857 - 480 pages
...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 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... | |
| Teresa Calvano - Art - 1996 - 310 pages
...che svela l'avventura interiore alla base del nuovo sentimento della natura: The sounding cataract, 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 time is past. For... | |
| Peter Hughes, Robert Rehder - Authors and printing - 1996 - 258 pages
...lines of Tintern Abbey — (Was It For This, 127-31) 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... (11.77-81) - Wordsworth looks back to a period... | |
| Ira Livingston - Literary Criticism - 1997 - 276 pages
...me was all in all - I cannot paml Whal ihen 1 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... | |
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