 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...  Cyclopædia of English literature - Page 327by Robert Chambers - 1844Full view - About this book
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1834 - 596 pages
...philosophy. Having revetted to his first visit to the Wye, which was in his early youth, he proceeds : — ' Nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days,...wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to mu An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1836 - 368 pages
...For future years. And so I dare to hope, M2 Though changed, no doubt, from what I was wheu first I came among these hills ; when like a roe I bounded...had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. — That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - Authors, English - 1836 - 422 pages
...recite these lines in his own peculiar and musical manner, will recollect the effect they produced. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours...supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. I can still remember the delight of my heart, when I first looked into the nest of the golden-wren,... | |
 | Charles Valentine De Grice - Authors, English - 1836 - 322 pages
...recite these lines in his own peculiar and musical manner, will recollect the effect they produced. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours...supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. I can still remember the delight of my heart, when I first looked into the nest of the golden-wren,... | |
 | William Howitt - Country life - 1838 - 414 pages
...man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then, To me was all in all — I cannot paint What then...charm By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed of the eye. — Wordsworth. We should be startled to hear an ancient exclaim, like Shelley : Magnificent... | |
 | Scotland - 1838 - 938 pages
...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...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... | |
 | English poetry - 1840 - 368 pages
...hope, Though changed, no doubt, from what I was when I came among these hills ; when like a roe [first I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides Of the...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, And all its dizzy... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1840 - 390 pages
...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...supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. * — select of these descriptions; and perhaps it would have been better either to have reprinted... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1840 - 370 pages
...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...had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.—That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more,... | |
 | Thomas Noon Talfourd - English literature - 1842 - 412 pages
...boyish days 13* To 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...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, And all its dizzy... | |
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