...pleasure! of my hoyish days And their glad animal movement!, all gone by) To me wat all In all — 1 cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract...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...

...stealing through the glade, had sent refreshment to his weary soul." " 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...

...: 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...and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors and their forms, were theu to me An appetite; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, liy thought...

...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 a remoter...

...: 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 a...

...Nature and the mountains were at this time "all in all" to him. In "Tintern Abbey" he writes, . . . 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...

...joys of sensations and a sense of intimacy with exrernal nature: . . . The sounding cataract Haunred me like a passion: the tall rock. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were thrn to me An appetire; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remorer...

...first he was thrilled and fascinated by the sheer, physical, sensuous beauty of nature. For Nature then To me was all in all. I cannot paint What then I was....and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors and their forms were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought...

...Wordsworth afterwards broke it up, and « The Female Vagrant" is composed out of it. — Ed] •(• [For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days,...movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I can not paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The...

...together or paddling in pools on the floor, all shrieking ... (84) Wordsworth An Imaginary Life For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days,...animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. (TA, 72-4) I danced. I shouted. Imagine the astonishment of my friends at Rome to see our cynical metropolitan...