...Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling...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 Faint I, nor...

...paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion ; the tall rock, The mountains, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their...had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrow'd from the eye. That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more,...

..." For Nature then . . . To me was all in all. I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain...remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrow'd from the eye. That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy...

...movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain,...remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrow'd from the eye. — That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its...

...Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart. Ibid. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain,...and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm By thoughts supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. ibid. But hearing oftentimes The still,...

...they seemed to impel and to agitate him unreflectively with their presence and his turbulent response. Their colours and their forms, were then to me An...supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. His relation to natural objects was then purely sensuous or sensory: the "remoter charm" of reflection...

...things work by the sober light of common day: I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain,...supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. ("Tintern Abbey," lines 75-83) For loss of this exalted sensibility, Wordsworth tells us, "abundant...

...32 the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, (1. 53—54) 33 The sounding cataract / 1 cڨL M vwچ0 K 5 i $ fHxBnc 4 ` or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.— (1. 77—84) 34 The still, sad music of humanity, (1. 92)...

...unthinking union with nature described in this passage from "Tintern Abbey": The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain,...had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. (77-84) The autobiographical writing in such poems as "Tintern...

...almost of action; or, as it will be found expressed, of a state of mind when the sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain,...had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye I will own that I was much at a loss what to select of these...