...adaptation to external circumstances. All these are overlooked by the man of whom Wordsworth says, " The primrose by the river's brim, A yellow primrose is to him, And it is nothing more ;" but how much more than a yellow primrose is that fair herald of spring to the scientific botanist...

...Oliver Twist. Alas to such we iiwy well apply Wordsworth's triplet:— " The primrose by the rivers brim, A yellow primrose is to him, And it is nothing more." In the floating clouds, overhead, he beholds no spiritual and angelic shapes, fair and beauteous as...

...before Sunrise in the Vale of Chamouni." But we fear tint 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 np the Alpine heights, possess small attractions...

...themselves, precisely and plainly as they are ; is conscious of no beauty, no pleasurable emotion. " The primrose by the river's brim A yellow primrose is to him, And it is nothing more." A star is a point of light ; a ship is so much floating timber and canvass ; and Paganini's music is...

...themselves, precisely and plainly as they are ; is conscious of no beauty, no pleasurable emotion. "The primrose by the river's brim A yellow primrose is to him, And it is nothing more." A star is a point of light; a ship is so much floating timber and canvass; and Paganini's music is...

...not fall. To the querulous, " such philosophic stuff" may prove nothing; to his jaundiced eye, ** The primrose by the river's brim, A yellow primrose is to him, And it is nothing more." For such I have but on« sentence,— I "write injuries in sand, but kindnesses in marble." Give me...

...multitude of daubs and scratches. The little things of nature are too insignificant for his notice : * A primrose by the river's brim, A yellow primrose is to him, And it is nothing more.' That most of those called poets of nature have been men of this construction cannot be doubted. The...

...for the most part, we fear, from want of encouragement and sympathy, to many a poor man A primrose on the river's brim A yellow primrose is to him, And it is nothing more. Whatever sense of this kind he has lies out in life; it has nothing in that life to connect itself...

...adaptation to external circumstances. All these are overlooked by the man of whom Wordsworth says, " The mediately pulled in for the shore, and Dr. Anderson and 1 went up and examined it ;" but how much more than a yellow primrose is that fair herald of spring to the scientific botanist...

...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...