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"The sounding cataract
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,
That 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 more,
And all its dizzy raptures. "
Makes me want to return to Ireland
— Feb 19, 2025 02:26AM
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,
That 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 more,
And all its dizzy raptures. "
Makes me want to return to Ireland
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For thou art with me here upon the banks
Of this fair river; thou my dearest Friend,
My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch
The language of my former heart, and read
My former pleasures in the shooting lights
Of thy wild eyes.
— Feb 19, 2025 02:29AM
Of this fair river; thou my dearest Friend,
My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch
The language of my former heart, and read
My former pleasures in the shooting lights
Of thy wild eyes.
Flo
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note to self
Was Emerson inspired by this line, in his Nature. it reminds me of his transparent eyeball.
"While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things."
— Feb 19, 2025 02:23AM
Was Emerson inspired by this line, in his Nature. it reminds me of his transparent eyeball.
"While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things."
Flo
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"These beauteous forms,
Through a long absence, have not been to me
As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:
But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them,
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;
And passing even into my purer mind
With tranquil restoration:—feelings too
Of unremembered pleasure: "
Oh Wordsworth...
— Feb 19, 2025 02:19AM
Through a long absence, have not been to me
As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:
But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them,
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;
And passing even into my purer mind
With tranquil restoration:—feelings too
Of unremembered pleasure: "
Oh Wordsworth...
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Can't wait to encounter a type of nature again that makes me feel like this poem
— Feb 19, 2025 02:16AM
