 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...  Lyrical Ballads– With a Few Other Poems - 198 psl.autoriai: William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1926 - 218 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | 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 psl.
...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,...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 psl.
...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,...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... | |
 | Vincent Chausenque - 1834 - 424 psl.
...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 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 psl.
...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1836 - 368 psl.
...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,...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 - 1836 - 422 psl.
...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 - 1836 - 322 psl.
...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,... | |
 | 1836 - 740 psl.
...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...remoter charm By thought 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... | |
 | Thomas Russell Sullivan, David Reed - 1836 - 352 psl.
...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... | |
 | Charles Bucke - 1837 - 488 psl.
...LAWS, CUSTOMS, HABITS, AND MANNERS, OF VARIOUS NATIONS. ^ V — ' — /x / - The sounding Cataract Haunted me like a passion ; the tall Rock, The Mountain...deep and gloomy Wood, Their colours and their forms, have been to me An appetite. WORDSWORTH. BY CHARLES BUCKE. AUTHOR OF "THE BOOK OF HUMAN CHARACTER,"... | |
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