...significantly noted this. For ne'er had nature found the way Into the heart of Peter Bell. * * * • A primrose by the river brim, A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more. And even where emotion is awakened, it may be utterly without religion. Religion...

...are yet many " Peter Bells " in the world whose views of nature are soon exhaustively described : — "A primrose by the river brim, A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nought beside." But the " enjoyment " may be carried into the superlative degree, and then...

...be sensible. I begin to think you don't like my presents." Sabrina laughed, — " ' The primrose on the river** brim. A yellow primrose was to him ; And nothing more.' I)on't be vexed, Zoe : the fact is, I've been reading " Cosmos," and I am still rather muddled with...

...often, in drawingrooms as well as in slums, do we come face to face with the veritable Peter Bell : — A primrose by the river brim, A yellow primrose was to him. But, to say nothing of these human pachyderms, how many there are, having some susceptibility to the...

...the plant as well as to our human brother. In this respect we are like him of whom it was said, — " A primrose by the river brim A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more." And. yet the primrose is something more than a bit of yellow on a green background...

...hero of the story is a rough, unfeeling, unpoetical person, insusceptible of any unseen influence. " A primrose by the river brim, A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more." I feel that we here come to the parting of the ways. I am reminded of an...

...nose a chance to enrich the soul with earth's choicest and sweetest perfumes. Be not like him who saw "A primrose by the river brim, A yellow primrose was to him — And it was nothing more," for such are only fit for ' ' strategem, treason and spoils. ' ' * *...

...all to pieces. I am afraid I am commonplace, like the man we read of in English Literature, who said "a primrose by the river brim, a yellow primrose, was to him, and it was nothing more." Mr. William Wood came to call this afternoon and gave us some morning-glory...

...or germ of life which has to be nourished. May our women not be like that one of whom it was said : "A primrose by the river brim, A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more." The primrose is something more than a bit of yellow beauty — it contains...

...poetry — at least such poetry as Wordsworth's, who reproaches his Peter Bell for blindness to it: A primrose by the river'« brim A yellow primrose was to him — And it wna nothing more; who also says of himself, on the other hand, To me the meaneat flower...