 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 2004 - 294 頁
...nature, which others regard only with admiration, he loved with ardour: 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... | |
 | William Dell - 2005 - 112 頁
...imagination works through these three ages of man. As a child, nature then... To me was all in all. ...the tall rock, The mountain and the deep and gloomy...colors and their forms, were then to me An appetite... In the process of growing up, the poet, however, learns to think for himself and realizes, upon reflection,... | |
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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... 
