...feeling. A poet he was born, and a poet he will die. Let him speak of himself in his early days : " I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract...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." Tintern Abbey. Let him...

...boyish days 13* To me was all in all.—I cannot paint And their glad animal movements, all gone by) What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me...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...

...in 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 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 of a remoter charm, By...

...him speak of himself in his early days : " I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract X 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." Tintern Abbey. Let him...

...— more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days,...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...

...something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser pleasure of my boyish days And their glad animal movements...gone by) To me was all in all. I cannot paint What I then was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep...

...something [hat he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser pleasure of my boyish days And their glad animal movements...gone by) To me was all in all. I cannot paint What I then was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep...

...things ; he could realize beauty in all the works of creation. " the sounding cataract Haunted him like a passion ; 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...

...days And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. I cannot paint What I then was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, anil the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors and their forms were then to me An appetite ; a feeling...

...: more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For y colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter...