...the beauty by which they are surrounded. Concerning a man of this sort, Wordsworth tells us that — "A primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more." And as it was with Peter Bell, so it is with thousands. In our first engraving this month, a thoughtful...

...the dusty genus have the feelings of a poet, or the eye of a painter, but it may be said of them as of Peter Bell— " A primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more." The more remarkable, therefore, are the rare exceptions to the rule,...

...the adaptation, of which it is full. Few of us, however, see any more deeply in this respect than did Peter Bell : — " A primrose by a river's brim, A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more." What would we think or say of one who had invented flowers — supposing,...

...works can learn from them to do the same, and the conferring an additional sense could hardly open u wider avenue for the purest pleasure. A vast amount...execution. It was with some such meaning that Sir James Mackin tosh said to Madame de Stael, 'Wordsworth is not a great poet, but he is the greatest man among...

...and the conferring an additional sense could hardly open a wider avenue for the purest pleasure. Л vast amount of poetry, which is finer, as verse, than...meaning that Sir James Mackintosh said to Madame de Staël, " Wordsworth is not a great poet, but he is the greatest man among poets." In turning negligently...

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

...connect the kingdoms of mind and matter, and it may truly be said of the majority as Wordsworth says of Peter Bell :— " A primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more." There is nothing seen, nothing felt of the infinite power, wisdom, and...

...inner nature to our view. Till this is done, we are surrounded only by cold and lifeless forms — (A primrose by a river's brim, A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more) — and even while storing our .minds with myriads of new facts, we remain motionless as to real refinement...

...between a maiden-hair fern and a colt's foot, between the scented violet and a common dock. As with Peter Bell, " A primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more." Nay, so perverse is he on the subject, that he characterises the whole...

...CUAP. III. ignorance and apathy of the workers kept them blind, like their celebrated brother-potter, Peter Bell : A primrose by a river's brim, A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more. Pot-works of this kind only produced the very coarsest descriptions of...