...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...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,...

...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...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,...

...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...had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. — That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no...

...cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock The mountam, and the deep and gloomy wood Their odours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling...remoter charm By thought supplied, or any interest Unhorrowed from the eye. That time Is past. And all its aching loys arc now no more, And all its dizzy...

...no other,—to long for and cleave to well-doing with 'An appetite,—a feeling and a love, That has no need of a remoter charm By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from'—itself! We believe that Christians imperiously need rousing to a perception of the real quality...

...NATIONS. ^ V — ' — /x / - The sounding Cataract Haunted me like a passion ; the tall 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 BOOK OF HUMAN CHARACTER,"...

...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...charm By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed of the eye. — Wordsworth. We should be startled to hear an ancient exclaim, like Shelley : Magnificent...

...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;...had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. "That time ispasi, And all its aching joys are now no more,...

...tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors and their forms, were then to him An appetite ; a feeling and a love That had no need...supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye." " I grew up," he continues, " and my wishes grew with my form. These wishes were for the entire possession...

...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 a remoter charm By thought supplied,...