...philosophy. Having reverted to his first visit to the Wye, which was in his early youth, he proceeds : — * Nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days,...all gone by) To me was all in all. I cannot paint \Vhat then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and...

...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....

...(singing rather) of Vol.. VII. his own experience, I might say as he does — " I cannot paint What I then was. The sounding 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...

...Illustrations; OCCASIONAL REMARKS ON THE LAWS, CUSTOMS, HABITS, AND MANNERS, OF VARIOUS NATIONS. . The sounding Cataract Haunted me like a passion ;...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,"...

...Illustrations ; OCCASIONAL REMARKS ON THE LAWS, CUSTOMS, HABITS, AND MANNERS, OF VARIOUS NATIONS. - The sounding Cataract Haunted me like a passion ; the tall Rock, The Mountain and the deep and gloom; Wood, Their colours and their forms, have been to me An appetite. WORDSWORTH. BY CHARLES BUCKE....

...philosophy. Having revolted to his first visit to the Wye, which was in his early youth, he proceeds : — ' Nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days,...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...

...and the lonely streams, Wherever nature led. He tells us of the days in which the sounding cataract, The tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy...wood. Their colours and their forms, were then to him An appetite, — a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm By thought supplied,...

...The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad varied moments all gone by, To me wan all ia all. I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall roi-k, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Th»ir colours and their forms, were then to me...

...the mind of the young enthusiast desert him in maturer years. -" The sounding cataract Haunted him, like a passion ; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors and their forms, were then to him An appetite ; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter...

...Wherever nature led : more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the 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 What then I was. The sounding cataract...