 What then I was. 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...  The Monthly Review - Pagina 1201826Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1834 - 864 pagina’s
...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...remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. That tune is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1834 - 596 pagina’s
...tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to mu An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need...remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1834 - 594 pagina’s
...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 alove, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the... | |
 | 1836 - 740 pagina’s
...cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock The mountam, and the deep and gloomy wood Their odours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling...supplied, or any interest Unhorrowed from the eye. That time Is past. And all its aching loys arc now no more, And all its dizzy raptures." Alas ! yes.... | |
 | Charles Valentine De Grice - 1836 - 322 pagina’s
...musical manner, will recollect the effect they produced. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms were then to me An appetite,...remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. I can still remember the delight of my heart, when I first looked into the... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1836 - 422 pagina’s
...musical manner, will recollect the effect they produced. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms were then to me An appetite,...remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. I can still remember the delight of my heart, when I first looked into the... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1836 - 368 pagina’s
...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...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... | |
 | Thomas Russell Sullivan, David Reed - 1836 - 352 pagina’s
...no other,—to long for and cleave to well-doing with 'An appetite,—a feeling and a love, That has no need of a remoter charm By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from'—itself! We believe that Christians imperiously need rousing to a perception of the... | |
 | William Howitt - 1838 - 414 pagina’s
...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...remoter charm By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed of the eye. — Wordsworth. We should be startled to hear an ancient exclaim, like Shelley... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 pagina’s
...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...remoter charm By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. — That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its... | |
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