 | William Hazlitt - 1826 - 482 pages
...pleasure sweetens pain. A fine poet thus describes the effect of the sight of nature on his mind : " The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 412 pages
...but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 pages
...a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft. In darkness, and amid the many shape* Of joyless day-light, when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have 1 turned to thce, O sylvan Wye ! Thou wanderer through UM woods, How often... | |
 | 1829 - 348 pages
...for some sin, to Sorrow I was cast, To act and suffer. LORD BYRON. I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion :...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... | |
 | Robert Smith - 1829 - 432 pages
...but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft In darkness, and, amid the many shapes Of joyless day-light, when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often... | |
 | 1833 - 742 pages
...the book by heart. For myself I assure you that when — to use his own beautiftd words — " When the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart." there is, certainly, no modern writer to whose pages I have turned with such assurance of "meditative... | |
 | 1834 - 864 pages
...And their glad animal movements, all gone by) To me was all in all. I cannot paint \Vhat then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion :...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... | |
 | 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 - 594 pages
...but a vain belief, yet, oh ! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight, when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, Oh sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer through the woods, How often... | |
 | Charles Bucke - 1837 - 422 pages
...Illustrations; OCCASIONAL REMARKS ON THE LAWS, CUSTOMS, HABITS, AND MANNERS, OF VARIOUS NATIONS. . The sounding Cataract Haunted me like a passion ;...Rock, The Mountain and the deep and gloomy Wood, Their colours and their forms, have been to me An appetite. WORDSWORTH. BY CHARLES BUCKE. AUTHOR OF " THE... | |
 | 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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In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart— How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods,... 
