 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...  The Poems of William Wordsworth, D.C.L., Poet Laureate, Etc. Etc - Sayfa 160William Wordsworth tarafından - 1845 - 619 sayfaTam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 sayfa
...movements all gone by,) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataraft Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain,...had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. — That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 sayfa
...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, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. — That time is past, And all its achingjoys are now no more,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 sayfa
...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, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.—That time is past And all its aching joys are now no more,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 sayfa
...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, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. — That time is past. And all its aching joys are now no... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 sayfa
...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,...feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charrn, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. — That time is past, And all... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 sayfa
...was all in all — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a pa»sien : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy...had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. — That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 438 sayfa
...almost of action ; or, as it will be found expressed, of a state of mind when " the sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain,...had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye" — Twill own that I was much at a loss what to select of... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 442 sayfa
...almost of action ; or, as it will be found expressed, of a state of mind when " the sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain,...had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Uiiborrowed from the eye" — I will own that I was much at a loss what to select of... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 sayfa
...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,...feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, 76 By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. — That time is past, And all its... | |
 | Tobias Smollett - 1816 - 674 sayfa
...redder may judge if we are correct, especially as the poem is not very well known. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain,...feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, &c. Wordsworth's Lyrical Ballads, Vol. I. p. Iwi. CHIT. Rsv. VOL. IV. Nov. 1816. 3 T " Now, where the... | |
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