 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...  The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century - 51 ページRufus Wilmot Griswold 著 - 1845 - 504 ページ全文表示 - この書籍について
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1834 - 596 ページ
...proceeds : — ' 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...wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to mu An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1834 - 628 ページ
...proceeds : — ' 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...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1836 - 368 ページ
...he loved. 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...remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. — That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its... | |
 | Charles Valentine De Grice - 1836 - 322 ページ
...recite these lines in his own peculiar and musical manner, will recollect the effect they produced. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours...had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. I can still remember the delight of my heart, when I first... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1836 - 422 ページ
...recite these lines in his own peculiar and musical manner, will recollect the effect they produced. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours...had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. I can still remember the delight of my heart, when I first... | |
 | 1838 - 938 ページ
...like a roe I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides Of the deep rivers, and the lonely stream«, Wherever nature led : more like a man Flying from...wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to m* An appetite ; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 ページ
...he loved. 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...had no need of a remoter charm By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. — That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no... | |
 | William Howitt - 1838 - 414 ページ
...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...had no need of a remoter charm By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed of the eye. — Wordsworth. We should be startled to hear an ancient exclaim,... | |
 | 1834 - 602 ページ
...proceeds : — ' 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...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... | |
 | 1838 - 876 ページ
...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 An appetite;...remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. "That time ispasi, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy... | |
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