 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...  Cyclopædia of English literature - Página 327por Robert Chambers - 1844Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Diane Ravitch, Michael Ravitch - 2006 - 512 páginas
...food For future years. And so I dare to hope, Though changed, no doubt, from what I was when first I came among these hills; when like a roe I bounded...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... | |
 | Mark Turner - 2006 - 336 páginas
...appetite that did not rely on any conscious purpose or perceived utility. "For nature then," he writes, To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then...supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. (Wordsworth 1798, 76-84) In "Tintern Abbey," Wordsworth provides a particularly rich account of the... | |
 | Mark R. Schwen, Dorothy C. Bass - 2006 - 580 páginas
...days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then 1 •was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion:...were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.... | |
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