...beauties around her daily path. Why should she resemble the man of whom the poet says — "A primrose, by the river's brim, A yellow primrose was to him, And nothing more," when nearly everything she sees might be the means of calling up beautiful and useful spiritual associations...

...the window, which was open, into the woods, buV his was a mind like that of Werdsworth's Peter, " A primrose, on the river's brim, A yellow primrose was to him, And nothing more." Ho did not find any inspiration in the woods, so he began to look into the ashes. " Miss Cynthia,"...

...the window, which was open, into the woods, but his was a mind like that of Wordsworth's Peter, " A primrose, on the river's brim, A yellow primrose was to him, And nothing more." Ho did not find any inspiration in the woods, so he began to look into the ashes. " Miss Cynthia,"...

...poets are half politicians, tradesmen or bankers. It can scarcely be said of them — "A primrose by the river's brim, A yellow primrose was to him And nothing more." Instead of finding "pansies for thoughts," it is — " Dimes and dollars, dollars and dimes." And when,...

...owner did not know the name of a single apple in his orchard. An apple to him was like the "primrose by the river's brim, a yellow primrose was to him, and nothing more." He knew that they were apples, and mighty good ones, but farther than that he knew not. 1 found his...

...often held up to repro: bation, because, like hundreds of the unthinking multitude,— " A primrose by the river's brim, A yellow primrose was to him, And nothing more." But perhaps the majority of persons in walking through a meadow, if asked about a green circle, or...

...perfect those deep-sea beauties 1 " exclaimed Sabrina. " Sabrina Eradshaw 1 what possesses you 1 " retorted Zoe, shaking her friend's handsome shoulders....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,...

...range is very narrow. Wordsworth's ploughman had no great abundance of life, for " The primrose by the river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, And nothing more." To plough and sow, and reap and mow, were his philosophy. The seasons preached no sacred homilies to...

...such an officer, the symbols of Masonry would convey no moral lesson — no idea — no obligation. "A primrose on the river's brim, A yellow primrose was to him, And nothing more." LITTLE THINGS IN MASONRY. 355 The trowel and the plumb would be but the implements of a laborious profession,....

...breathes." And when he wishes to paint the extreme of insensibility, he writes : — ' ' The Primrose by the river's brim A yellow Primrose was to him, And nothing more." Howitt, too, celebrates its praises, and, with a heart yearning over the weary little children in our...