 | 1912 - 880 страница
...indeed, he worshipped natural objects with an almost pagan illtenuity. I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the...colors and their forms were then to me An appetite. In these things he then neither saw nor required any symbolism. But presently there came a change,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 страница
...And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all — I cannot paint What then I was. of the blest; And human voices, on the silent air,...the waves in songs of gladness there! Chosen of men colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter... | |
 | 1844 - 1128 страница
...his early predilections : — " For nature then To me was all in all. I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the...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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 страница
...but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight, when ightsome o'er the level mead, Where midnight fairies rove, Like them the jocund dance we'll lead, O How oft iii spirit have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! — thou wanderer through the woods— How... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1845 - 436 страница
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 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 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 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 страница
...a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft — In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often... | |
 | 1846 - 308 страница
...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 :...wood, Their colors and their forms, were then to me An apppetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 страница
...days, Ami 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 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... | |
 | Gem book - 1846 - 398 страница
...MARTIN. THE LOVER OF NATURE. Nature then To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. 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... | |
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In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart— How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods,... 
