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" 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... "
The Living Age - Page 97
1912
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The United States Magazine and Democratic Review, Volume 10

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...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 thought supplied, or...
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The Quarterly review, Volume 52

1834 - 602 pages
...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...like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the dtep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 7

1838 - 876 pages
...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...
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Stanley: Or, The Recollections of a Man of the World, Volume 2

Horace Binney Wallace - 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...
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The Monthly Chronicle, Volume 3

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...
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The Monthly chronicle; a national journal, Volume 3

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...
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Selections from the British Poets, Volume 2

1840 - 368 pages
...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...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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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Volume 1

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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Critical and Miscellaneous Essays, Volume 3

John Wilson - 1842 - 360 pages
...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...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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Critical and Miscellaneous Writings of T. Noon Talfourd

Thomas Noon Talfourd - 1842 - 412 pages
...boyish days 13* To me was all in all.—I cannot paint And their glad animal movements, all gone by) What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me...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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