 | William Wordsworth - 1832 - 402 páginas
...thought, sentiment, and almost of action ; or as it will be found expressed, of a state of mind when " the sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion :...remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowcd from the eye." — I will own that I was much at a loss what to select of these descriptions... | |
 | 1834 - 864 páginas
...boyish days, And their glad animal movements, all gone by) To me was all in all. I cannot paint \Vhat then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like...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 raptures. Not for this Faint... | |
 | 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 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | 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 páginas
...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...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 Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1834 - 628 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | Vincent Chausenque - 1834 - 424 páginas
...CAPITAINE DU GENIE; *• .; •l ••'•• • *. • • The howling seas , the sounding fall , the tall rock , • *;.• The mountain , and the deep and gloomy wood , Their colours and their fonus , were then to me .s An apetite , a feeling and a love ' ' . ( TINTERN-ABBET. — Wordsvorlh.... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1836 - 368 páginas
...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... | |
 | Charles Valentine De Grice - 1836 - 322 páginas
...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,... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1836 - 422 páginas
...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,... | |
 | Thomas Russell Sullivan, David Reed - 1836 - 352 páginas
...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 real quality... | |
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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... 
