...them, will these habits ripen in herself at the very moment when she finds it her duty to form them 1 3. To a mother also is committed the intellect of...it is nothing more. No one, who has lived with an inquisitis'e child, will say that a small amount of knowledge and little thought are sufficient to...

...look down even on the little wildflowers that peep forth in spring without some agreeable association. A primrose by the river's brim, / A yellow primrose is to him, And it is nothing more. To such cold and unfruitful minds we fear that our production will have few charms : although we cannot...

...readers can see and hear, desires to make them feel and understand ; of his pupil it must not be said " A primrose by the river's brim A yellow primrose is to him, And it U nothing more ;" the poet gives the something more till we start at the disclosure as at a lovely...

...without absolute nonsense, eyes and skies, stand and land. Verily to one of these " A primrose on a river's brim, A yellow primrose is to him, And it is nothing more." Not long ago, we chanced to listen to some edifying table-talk. A Thinker had chanced to drop within...

...arrest, resistless, it may be, is thrown between him and that which is most beautiful and inviting in the physical and the moral world — " A primrose...is to him, And it is nothing more." No one who has any knowledge of inquisitive childhood will venture to say, that a small amount of information and...

...our emotions, and deals out our joys and sorrows as per rule of algebraic science. The primrose on a river's brim, A yellow primrose is to him, And it is nothing more! A grove of horse-chestnuts, with its prodigal redundance of blossoms, is a mass of unprofitable timber...

...our emotions, and deals out our joys and sorrows as per rule of algebraic science. The primrose on a river's brim, A yellow primrose is to him, And it is nothing more! A grove of horse-chestnuts, with its prodigal redundance of blossoms, is a mass of unprofitable timber...

...that man most sincerely, in whose heart Nature can never find her way. Poor man — A primro« by a river's brim, • A yellow primrose is to him, And it is nothing more. — Wordsuorth. A poetic spirit is one of the purest sources of earthly happiness. This is a truth...

...thanksgiving ! What have you heard from the pauper ? — evidence of grossest ignorance. " A primrose by a river's brim, A yellow primrose is to him — And it is nothing more." He looks upon the meads, pranked with a thousand flowers, with a heavy, leaden look ; they are, he...

...before Sunrise in the Vale of Chamouni." But we fear that our critic resembles Peter Bell — that A primrose by the river's brim, A yellow primrose is to him, And it is nothing more ; and that flowers, whether by river's side or far away up the Alpine heights, possess small attractions...