 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, or...  Frankenstein, Or, The Modern Prometheus - Page 114by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1869 - 177 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Books - 1826 - 568 pages
...and the deep and gloomy W<H xf , • • •; -• • Their colours and their forms were then to me An appetite, a feeling, and a love, That had no need...remoter charm By thought supplied, or any interest Unhorrowed from the eye. So the forms of nature, or the human form divine, stood before the great artists... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 412 pages
...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...supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. — That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 pages
...rtx-k The mountain, and the deep and gloom T wood, Their colours and their forms, were thru to Hutu t, bleeding, bound, he werps the nipht away. And when...dewlessoV. Starts, with a bursting heart, for ever mor — That time is past. And all its aching joys are now no morr. And all its dizzy ruptures. Nor for... | |
 | 1829 - 348 pages
...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...supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. — That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for... | |
 | Robert Smith - Society of Friends - 1829 - 432 pages
...tall rock, T/ie 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...supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this... | |
 | Cowper Rose - Cape of Good Hope (South Africa) - 1829 - 330 pages
...motionless, save the cloud shadows crossing the mountain's side, — who possess a feeling — " That has no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrow'd from the eye," this country has high delight in store. If human nature be the favourite... | |
 | William Wordsworth - English poetry - 1832 - 402 pages
...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...remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowcd from the eye." — I will own that I was much at a loss what to select of these descriptions... | |
 | English literature - 1834 - 864 pages
...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...supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. That tune is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1834 - 594 pages
...and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and alove, That 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 more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this... | |
 | Charles Valentine De Grice - Authors, English - 1836 - 322 pages
...produced. 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...supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. I can still remember the delight of my heart, when I first looked into the nest of the golden-wren,... | |
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