...dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then, To me was all in all — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me...remoter charm By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed of the eye. — Wordsworth. We should be startled to hear an ancient exclaim, like Shelley...

...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 Haunted me...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...

...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 Haunted me...wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to m* An appetite ; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor...

...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 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...

...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 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...

...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...

...innumerable. Like Clerval, the imaginary friend of Frankenstein, • the sounding cataract Haunted him like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and...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, or...

...innumerable. Like Clerval, the imaginary friend of Frankenstein, • the sounding cataract Haunted him like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and...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, or...

...customs and manners are more numerous and striking than in any other part of Spain. But Andalucia " has no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrow'd from the eye." Here the poet, the painter, and the worshipper of Nature may intoxicate themselves with delight. Vast...