 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...  William Wordsworth: A Biography - Страница 47написао/ла Edwin Paxton Hood - 1856 - 508 страницаПуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | 1834 - 602 страница
...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 dtep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a... | |
 | 1839 - 588 страница
...innumerable. Like Clerval, the imaginary friend of Frankenstein, • 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, or... | |
 | 1839 - 596 страница
...innumerable. Like Clerval, the imaginary friend of Frankenstein, • 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, or... | |
 | 1840 - 378 страница
...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 :...had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrow'd from the eye. That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1840 - 390 страница
...thought, sentiment, and almost of action; or, as it will be found expressed, of a state of mind when ' tho sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the...had no need of a remoter charm By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. * — select of these descriptions; and perhaps it would have... | |
 | John Wilson - 1842 - 360 страница
...days, And their glad varied moments 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...remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for... | |
 | Thomas Noon Talfourd - 1842 - 412 страница
...me was all in all.—I cannot paint And their glad animal movements, all gone by) What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the...had no need of a remoter charm By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrow'd from the eye. That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more,... | |
 | John Wilson - 1842 - 414 страница
...a poet he will die. Let him speak of himself in his early days : " I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the...were then to me An appetite : a feeling, and a love." Tintern Abbey. Let him exhibit himself at a later period : " Life's autumn past, I stand on winter's... | |
 | John Wilson - 1842 - 426 страница
...him speak of himself in his early days : " I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract X Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain,...were then to me An appetite : a feeling, and a love." Tintern Abbey. Let him exhibit himself at a later period : " Life's autumn past, I stand on winter's... | |
 | 1842 - 620 страница
...in the mind of the young enthusiast desert him in maturer years. "The sounding cataract 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 An appetite ; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter... | |
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