 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 Cowper Anthology: 1775-1800 A. D. - Страница 173аутор(и): - 1901 - 335 страницаПуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 страница
...lonely streams, Wherever nature led ; more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The...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 - 272 страница
...lonely streams, Wherever nature led : more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The...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 - 356 страница
...lonely streams, Wherever Nature led; more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one ' Who sought the thing he loved. For Nature then (The...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 страница
...lonely streams, Wherever nature led : more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The'...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... | |
 | 1816 - 692 страница
...original, that the reader may judge if we are correct, especially as the poem is not very well known. • The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion :...and the deep and gloomy wood Their colours and their form?, were then to me An appetite: a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, Sic.... | |
 | 1838 - 884 страница
...thelonely streams, Wherever nature led : more like a man Flying from something that ho dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The...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. Tho sounding cataract... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1820 - 372 страница
...lonely streams, Wherever nature led : more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The...cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, v 4 The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite... | |
 | A.P. Beresford, Alexander Dedekind, Andrew Jameson, Auguste de Saint-Hilaire, Benjamin Kidd, Bouffier de Sauvages, Charles Bucke, Edward Latham Ormerod, Esq. Thomas Hale, George Hubbard, Harry Wallis Kew, Herbert S. Shorthouse, I. Hopkins, James Caldwell, James Cavanah Murphy, Lippi, M.M.M., T. Slevan, Thorsley, Travers James Briant, William Carr, William Dunbar, William Hyde Wollaston - 1820 - 474 страница
...REMARKS ON THE LAWS, CUSTOMS, HABITS, AND MANNERS, OF VARIOUS NATIONS. - The sounding Cataract Haunted mo like a passion ; the tall Rock, The Mountain and the...deep and gloomy Wood, Their colours and their forms, have been to me An appetite. WORDSWORTH. BY CHARLES BUCKE. AUTHOR OF " THF BOOK OF HUMAN CHARACTER,"... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 страница
...lonely streams, Wherever nature led : 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, Aud their glad animal movements all gone by,) To me was all in all — I cannot paint What then I was.... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1823 - 586 страница
...others regard only with admiration, he loved with ardour : • " 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,... | |
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