 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...  The American Whig Review - 71. oldal1851Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 oldal
...; more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days,...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 - 270 oldal
...like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For-nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 oldal
...: more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser. pleasures of my boyish days,...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 - 280 oldal
...: more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days....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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 oldal
...more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the ti1ing he loved. For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days,...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 oldal
...more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one ' Who sought the thing he loved. For Nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days,...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 oldal
...: more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he 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 What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 oldal
...: more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days,...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 oldal
...: more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days,...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 442 oldal
...thought, sentiment, and almost of action ; or, as it will be found expressed, of a state of mind when " the sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion :...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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