“The scenery of external 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 remoter charm,

By thought supplied, or any interest

Unborrow’d from the eye.’” (Shelley 96).

These lines are taken from William Wordsworth’s poem “Tintern Abbey,” and are used to add description to the memory of Victor’s friend Henry Clerval and his love for nature. This section of the extensive poem on the beauty of Tintern Abbey itself and nature serves to describe adequately the way Clerval felt toward nature—that it was unequivocally beautiful. (http://www.bartleby.com/145/ww138.html)