A primrose by a river's brim
A yellow primrose was to him,
And it was nothing more.
Peter Bell. Part i. Stanza 12.
The soft blue sky did never melt
Into his heart; he never felt
The witchery of the soft blue sky!
Peter Bell. Part i. Stanza 15.
On a fair prospect some have looked,
And felt, as I have heard them say,