...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, or any interest Unborrow'd from the eye." What associations cluster around the old family picture !...

...can not paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors...remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.—That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its...

...can not paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted .me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors...love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplicd, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. — That time is past, And all its aching joys...

...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...remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrow'd from the eye. — That time is past, Aud all its ai-hing joys are now no more, And all its...

...love with form and color: ... the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling...remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.52 Writing in the 1790s, in the climate of ideas created by Reid, Wordsworth...

...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...remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. This predominantly sensuous delight, touched with aesthetic thrills, then...

...I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors...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...

...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...remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. . . . Keats, too, celebrated nature, conceiving it as our fundamental solace,...

...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...remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. So, with an eye trained on the horizon beyond the stern, the boy Wordsworth...

...rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me 80 An appetite: a feeling and a love, That 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...