 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 416 páginas
...beautiful in the world of sense, as he wandered over the earth. " 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, 33y thought supplied,... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 404 páginas
...beautiful in the world of sense, as he wandered over the earth. " 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,... | |
 | Mary Milner - 1855 - 814 páginas
...little concern, that " the sounding cataract haunted her (not) like a passion ;" and that " . . . . The tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were not to her An appetite, a feeling, and a love ;" For although the possession of highly-toned feelings,... | |
 | 1855 - 172 páginas
...THE CREATOR. " THE works of the Lord are great, sought out by all those who have pleasure therein." "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." WORDSWORTH. FIFTY-SIXTH... | |
 | Henry Pitman - 1316 páginas
...deservedly a favourite with all the lovers of Wordsworth, " Lines written above Tintern Abbey": — 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... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1856 - 660 páginas
...The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion ;...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... | |
 | David Charles Bell - 1856 - 466 páginas
...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 l was. The sounding cataract haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, the mountain, and the deep and... | |
 | Horace Binney Wallace - 1856 - 468 páginas
...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 colors and their forms, were then to him An appetite, — a feeling and a love, That had no need of... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1857 - 800 páginas
...their glad animal movements all gone hy) To me was all in all — I caunot paint What then I was. i The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion ;...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... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1857 - 242 páginas
...he wandered over theearth. "The sounding cataract Haunted (Mm) like a passion : the tall rock, Tin' 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,... | |
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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... 
