 For nature then (The coarser pleasures of 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 deep...  The American Whig Review - Page 711851Full view - About this book
 | William Howitt - Country life - 1838 - 414 pages
...man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then, To me was all in all — I cannot paint What then...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... | |
 | 1838 - 876 pages
...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... | |
 | United States - 1842 - 650 pages
...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 charm, By... | |
 | Horace Binney Wallace - England - 1838 - 274 pages
...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... | |
 | Scotland - 1838 - 938 pages
...: 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... | |
 | 1839 - 596 pages
...innumerable. Like Clerval, the imaginary friend of Frankenstein, • the sounding cataract Haunted him like a passion : 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... | |
 | 1839 - 588 pages
...innumerable. Like Clerval, the imaginary friend of Frankenstein, • the sounding cataract Haunted him like a passion : 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... | |
 | English poetry - 1840 - 368 pages
...: 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,...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1840 - 370 pages
...: 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,...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,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1840 - 390 pages
...thought, sentiment, and almost of action; or, as it will be found expressed, of a state of mind when ' tho sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the...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... | |
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