...words which, from being often misemployed, require a definition when properly applied. Sentiment is the poetry of feeling. Feeling weeps over the grave...the river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, But it was nothing more." He would have said, " Why, what should it be but a simple and pretty flower?"...

...words, which, from being often misemployed, require a definition when properly applied. Sentiment is the poetry of feeling. Feeling weeps over the grave...the river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, But it was nothing more." He would have said, " Why what should it be but a simple and pretty flower?"...

...words, which, fuom being often misemployed, require a definition when properly applied. Sentiment is the poetry of feeling. Feeling weeps over the grave...river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, . , But it was nothing more." He would have said, " Why what should it be but a simple and pretty flower?"...

...words which, from being often misemployed, require a definition when properly applied. Sentiment is the poetry of feeling. Feeling weeps over the grave...river's brim • A yellow primrose was to him, But it was nothing more." He would have said, " Why, what should it be but a simple and pretty flower ?...

...march. She must have been the nearest relative in the female line, to the man of whom we are told " A primrose by the river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, But it was nothing more." One of those tiresomely matter of fact persons, who are most provoking, who never...

...the fields gay with buttercups and daisies. Unlike the Peter Bell of whom Wordsworth writes — ' ' A primrose by the river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, But it was nothing more," a primrose to Easter spoke volumes. In addition to its being the harbinger of...

...of us, as of poor Peter Bell, "In vain through every changeful year Did Nature lead him as before ; A primrose by the river's brim, A yellow primrose was to him, But it was nothing more." Father did not " talk religion," as we called it, very much, nor did our mother....

...acquainted with nature, its ways, its methods and its story. Surely, one may say the same of Judge Grey : "A primrose by the river's brim, A yellow primrose was to him," but it was infinitely more. It was an expression of God's beauty, of his marvelous handiwork. It was a...

...catches sight of primroses, in a little vase on the table.) the primrose for instance; you know — a primrose by the river's brim, a yellow primrose was to him, but it was nothing more; though we all actually know all there is to be known about the little primrose....