 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 - Էջ 711851Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | 1844 - 1128 էջ
...magnificent strain of music, in which he descants on his early predilections : — " For nature then To me was all in all. I cannot paint What then I was....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... | |
 | 1912 - 880 էջ
...from Shelley's. In bis youth, indeed, he worshipped natural objects with an almost pagan illtenuity. I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract...the deep and gloomy •wood. Their colors and their forms were then to me An appetite. In these things he then neither saw nor required any symbolism.... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 էջ
...: more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For pens in a foreign land ; And, with a brother's warmth,...greets each native of his isle ; So scenes of life, \Vhat then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion ; the tall rock, The mountain, and... | |
 | 1892 - 890 էջ
...glory, and drew men's eyes and thoughts towards it with a fresh attraction and a new-born ardor : — The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion ;...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 a remoter charm, By... | |
 | Kenelm Henry Digby - 1844 - 312 էջ
...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 էջ
...: 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,...all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataraet Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their... | |
 | 1845 - 328 էջ
...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...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 a remoter charm,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 688 էջ
...thing he loved. For ot-n (The coarser pleasures of my boyish farAnd their glad animal movements all To me was all in all.— I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding «tars-i Haunted me like a passion : the tall root. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy ' Their colours... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 էջ
...: 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... | |
 | 1846 - 308 էջ
...: 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 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 remoter charm, By... | |
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