 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...  Curious Experiments for Preventing the Waste of Honey, and Preserving the ... - Стр. 350авторы: A.P. Beresford, Alexander Dedekind, Andrew Jameson, Auguste de Saint-Hilaire, Benjamin Kidd, Bouffier de Sauvages, Charles Bucke, Edward Latham Ormerod, Esq. Thomas Hale, George Hubbard, Harry Wallis Kew, Herbert S. Shorthouse, I. Hopkins, James Caldwell, James Cavanah Murphy, Lippi, M.M.M., T. Slevan, Thorsley, Travers James Briant, William Carr, William Dunbar, William Hyde Wollaston - 1820 - Страниц: 7Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - Страниц: 240
...gone by,) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataraft Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - Страниц: 272
...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...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - Страниц: 356
...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 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - Страниц: 282
...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...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - Страниц: 284
...was all in all — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a pa»sien : 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - Страниц: 416
...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...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - Страниц: 416
...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...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, 76 By thought... | |
 | Tobias Smollett - 1816 - Страниц: 674
...if we are correct, especially as the poem is not very well known. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and...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, &c. Wordsworth's... | |
 | 1816 - Страниц: 692
...we are correct, especially as the poem is not very well known. • The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood Their colours and their form?, were then to me An appetite: a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, Sic.... | |
 | 1838 - Страниц: 884
...all gone by) To me was all in all. I cannot paint What then I was. Tho sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and...deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a lojjre That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought... | |
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