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...feeling and a love, That 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...Faint I, nor mourn, nor murmur ; other gifts Have follow'd, for such loss I would believe Abundant recompense. For I have learn'd To look on nature,...

...mountain, 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 thoughts supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. — That time is past, And all its aching...

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...80 An appetite: a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. — That time...no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty,...

...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...supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. . . . Keats, too, celebrated nature, conceiving it as our fundamental solace, an infinite balm against...

...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...supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. So, with an eye trained on the horizon beyond the stern, the boy Wordsworth glided surreptitiously...

...Writing like this is another way of taking on Shakespeare 'by heart'. So I cannot memorize poems anymore. 'Not for this / Faint I, nor mourn, nor murmur: other gifts / Have followed; for such loss, 1 would believe, / Abundant recompense' (Wordsworth, 'Tinrern Abbey') Though I can no longer get poems...

...mountain, 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 supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. — That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no...