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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Frankenstein by Mary Shelley: 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 remoter charm,
By thought supplied, or any interest
Unborrow'd from the eye.
[Wordsworth's "Tintern Abbey".]
And where does he now exist? Is this gentle and lovely being lost
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