| Edward A. Rice - 1853 - 326 oldal
...implanted in the mind of the young enthusiast, desert him in maturer years. 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 ' The sounding cataract An appetite ; a feeling and a love... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 760 oldal
...was all in all.—I can not 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 colors and their forms, were then to me An appetite, a feeling, and a love, That had no need of a remoter... | |
| 1854 - 524 oldal
...the lonely streams, Wherever nature led : — when 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 to him surcharged with almost " nching joys" and " dizzy raptures." Mr. de Quincey says, in his" Lake... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1854 - 776 oldal
...gloomy w«A * '('.'.:-• Forms tre now printed cntin. PREFACE TO THE EDITION OF 1815. 643 Their coloorm and their forms were then to me An appetite, a feeling, and a lore, That had DO need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye."—... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1854 - 432 oldal
...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 colors and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter... | |
| Steven Harvey - 2000 - 202 oldal
...in all" to him. In "Tintern Abbey" he writes, . . . the sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy...forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the... | |
| Burton F. Porter - 2001 - 336 oldal
...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...forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the... | |
| William Wordsworth - 2000 - 788 oldal
...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 80 An appetite: a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or... | |
| Zong-qi Cai - 2001 - 386 oldal
...and a sense of intimacy with exrernal nature: . . . The sounding cataract Haunred me like a passion: the tall rock. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were thrn to me An appetire; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remorer charm. By thought supplied,... | |
| Carmela Ciuraru - 2001 - 276 oldal
...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 colors 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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