...thy sword aside, And,' lean upon a Peasant's staff. Physician art thou ? One, all eyes, Philosopher ! a fingering slave, One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave ? Wrapp'd closely in thy sensual fleece O turn aside, and take,- I pray, That he below may rest in...

...thy sword aside And lean upon a Peasant's staff. Physician art thou ? One, all eyes, Philosopher! ;: fingering slave, One that would peep and botanize 'Upon his mother's grave ? Wrapp'd closdy in thy sensual fleece O turn aside, and take, 1 pray, That he below may-rest iw-peace,...

...thy sword aside, And lean upon a Peasant's staff. Physician art thou ? One, all eyes, ' Philosopher ! a fingering slave, One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave ? Wrapt closely in thy sensual fleece O turn aside, — and take, I pray, That he below may rest in...

...thy sword aside, And lean upon a Peasant's staff. Physician art thou ? One, all eyes, Philosopher ! a fingering slave, One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave ? Wrapt closely in thy sensual fleece O turn aside, — and take, I pray, That he below may rest in...

...and eloquent contempt by M 's favourite, Wordsworth, as one who is- — « all eyes; Philosopher — a fingering slave — One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grate." M was telling me, the other day, of what he called the escape that he once had from this perilous...

...thy sword aside, And lean upon a Peasant's staff. Physician art thou ? One all eye» ; Philosopher ! a fingering slave, One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave ? Wrapt closely in thy sensual fleece, O turn aside, — and take, I pray, That he below may rest in...

...thy sword aside, And lean upon a Peasant's staff. f Physician art thou? One, all eyes, Philosopher! ends did he tell, As louder and louder drawing near The saw of their teeth wit Wrapt closely in thy sensual fleece: O turn aside,— and take, I pray. That he below may rest in peace,...

...what Wordsworth says to such men in his poet's epitaph :— " Art thou one all eyes, Philosopher ! a fingering slave, One that would peep and botanize' Upon his mother's grave ? " Wrapp'd closely in thy sensual fleece, Oh turn aside— and take, I pray, That he below may rest...

...neck into a basin of water, which, by the atmospheric pressure, was driven quickly into the .bottle. One fifth of the imported article termed tea, is said...philanthropist, who finds tongues in trees, and goodness in every thing. There is something more than mere amusement in knowing plants. Their virtues are many,...

...thy sword aside, And lean upon a peasant's staff. Physician art thou ? One, all eyes, Philosopher ! a fingering slave, One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave ? Wrapp'd closely in thy sensual fleece, Oh, turn aside, and take, I pray, That he below may rest in...