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" What then I was. 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... "
The Literary magnet of the belles lettres, science, and the fine arts, ed ... - 70 ÆäÀÌÁö
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Godefridus

Kenelm Henry Digby - 1844 - 312 ÆäÀÌÁö
...harmony, the precious music of the heart, they have, they know it not. Or speak to them Of scenery — the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms ; which were to the poet in his youth An appetite, j feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter...
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Colloquies, Desultory, But Chiefly Upon Poetry and Poets: Between an Elder ...

Christopher Legge Lordan - 1844 - 296 ÆäÀÌÁö
...those, whereof " The colours and the forms are unto us An appetite — n feeling and a love Which have no need of a remoter charm By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrow'd from the eye." I expressed regret that, by obtruding, I had broken the spell which had bound...
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The North British review

1844 - 612 ÆäÀÌÁö
...beautiful — they too little rejoiced in the simple untaught sense of the world's loveliness, having " No need of a remoter charm By thought supplied ; or any interest Unborrow'd from the eye." They were too apt to connect all the beauties of nature with the associations...
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The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrow'd from the eye. That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more,...
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The Poems of William Wordsworth, D.C.L., Poet Laureate, Etc. Etc

William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 ÆäÀÌÁö
...movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataraet Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain,...had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. — That time is part, And all its aching joys are now no...
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The Mother's Assistant and Young Lady's Friend, 6-7±Ç

1845 - 328 ÆäÀÌÁö
...heed the command, ' Obey your parents in the Lord.' I*nenbury, Mass., Feb., 1845. YOUTH AND MANHOOD. 1 CANNOT paint What then I was. The sounding cataract...mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, — Their colors and their forms, — were then to me An appetite — a feeling and a love That had no need of...
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The Poems of William Wordsworth ...

William Wordsworth - 1845 - 688 ÆäÀÌÁö
...: the tall root. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy ' Their colours and their forms, were thf ¬Ó An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.— That time » : And all its aching joys are now no m"i?....
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Wade's London Review, 1-3±Ç

1845 - 916 ÆäÀÌÁö
...— 1 The sounding1 cataract Haunted me like a passion ; the tall rook, The mountain, and the deep gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms were then to me An appetite, a feeling, and a lovo That had no need of a remoter charm By thought supplied, or any interest Utiborrowed from the...
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 ÆäÀÌÁö
...coarser pleasures of my boyish days, Ami their glad varied moments all gone by) To me was all in all. I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract...had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrow'd from the eye. That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more,...
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Voices of the True-hearted

1846 - 302 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors and their forms, were then to me An apppetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a...
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