...the highly complex mentality of educated adults ; it is perhaps best exemplified in Wordsworth's " Peter Bell ": A primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more. 4. To pursue all the implications of the situation thus outlined would...

...flower, Even the loose stones that cover the highway, I gave a moral life : I saw them feel, Or linked them to some feeling.' Every lover of his works can...strains which succeed in making it something more — which teach the power of nature, and develop all its resources — have a merit and a use superior...

...and in the whole. We may never see this connection — we may even not desire to see it; to us, as to Peter Bell, A primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him : And it was nothing more; and then the world of Poetry, save of the simplest sort, remains closed to us. Or again, To me the meanest...

...impression to different persons. For instance we have it on the authority of the poet Wordsworth that to Peter Bell; ' ' A primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more". While to Professor Huxley it was — "A dicotyledonous exogen with a...

...was that they had never quarreled. 35. The quotation is a paraphrase of lines 248-250 of Wordsworth's "Peter Bell": "A primrose by a river's brim /A yellow primrose was to him /And it was nothing more." The poet is making a disparaging reference to his title character. See...

...blow at the peace of the world, we surely shall not be blamed if - A parody of Wordsworth's lines in "Peter Bell": "A primrose by a river's brim / A yellow primrose was to him / And it was nothing more." (looking around us at this moment) we venture to call it a heavy blow....

...imagination by which to invest the ruder forms of earthly things with poetry. They are like Wordsworth's Peter Bell; "A primrose by a river's brim, A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more." But it is one of the high attributes of the poetic mind, to feel a universal...

...and in the whole. We may never see this connection — we may even not desire to see it; to us, as to Peter Bell, A primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him : And it was nothing more; and then the world of Poetry, save of the simplest sort, remains closed to us. Or again, To me the meanest...

...them each year as they appear. It will never after this, I hope, be said about any of you as it was of Peter Bell :' " A primrose by a river's brim, A yellow primrose was to him, And nothing more." PLANT STUDIES IN SPRING. and that these are ready to be built into the growing...

...she never was anything more than a shrub of wild oleander growing on the riverbank. Poor people, like Peter Bell: A primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more. Some folks wonder how it was the Greeks lost their glory and power in...