Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:—
We murder to dissect.
Enough of science and of art;
Close up these barren leaves.
'The Tables Turned' (1798)
Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:—
We murder to dissect.
Enough of science and of art;
Close up these barren leaves.
'The Tables Turned' (1798)