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[ عذرًا، محتوى هذه الصفحة مقيَّد ]

...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. So, with an eye trained on the horizon beyond the stern,...

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[ عذرًا، محتوى هذه الصفحة مقيَّد ]

[ عذرًا، محتوى هذه الصفحة مقيَّد ]

[ عذرًا، محتوى هذه الصفحة مقيَّد ]

...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. . . . Keats, too, celebrated nature, conceiving it as our...

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...tall tock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Theit colouts and theit fotms, wete then to me An appetite: a feeling and a love That had no need of a temotet chatm, By thought supplied, ot any intetest Unbotiowed ftom the eye. (Tmtetn Abbey, lines 76-84)...