Streams
Streams are bodies of water with a current, confined within a bed and stream banks. Depending on its locale or certain characteristics, a stream may be referred to as a branch, brook, beck, burn, creek, "crick", gill (occasionally ghyll), kill, lick, rill, syke, bayou, rivulet, streamage, wash, run or runnel. Some streams are called rivers, although that term usually designates a larger flow of water.
Quotes
edit- A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.- Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (1798; 1817), Part V, Stanza 18.
- See, how the stream has overflowed
Its banks, and o'er the meadow road
Is spreading far and wide!- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Christus, The Golden Legend (1872), Part III, scene 7. The Nativity.
- He makes sweet music with the enameled stones,
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge,
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage.- William Shakespeare, The Two Gentlemen of Verona (1590s), Act II, scene 7.
Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
edit- Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 84-85.
- The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done,
Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.- Ebenezer Elliott, The Village Patriarch, Love and Other Poems, Spring.
- From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take.- Thomas Gray, The Progress of Poesy, I. 1, line 3.
- Sweet are the little brooks that run
O'er pebbles glancing in the sun,
Singing in soothing tones.- Thomas Hood, Town and Country, Stanza 9.
- Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road.
The secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful abode
Among the pines and mosses of yonder shadowy height,
Where thou dost sparkle into song, and fill the woods with light.- Lucy Larcom, Friend Brook, Stanza 1.
- The music of the brook silenced all conversation.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Kavanagh: A Tale (1849), Chapter XXI.
- I wandered by the brook-side,
I wandered by the mill:
I could not hear the brook flow.
The noisy wheel was still.- Richard Monckton Milnes, 1st Baron Houghton, The Brookside.
- Gently running made sweet music with the enameled stones and seemed to give a gentle kiss to every sedge he overtook in his watery pilgrimage.
- Seven Champions, Part III, Chapter XII.
- I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.- Alfred Tennyson, The Brook.
- Brook! whose society the poet seeks,
Intent his wasted spirits to renew;
And whom the curious painter doth pursue
Through rocky passes, among flowery creeks,
And tracks thee dancing down thy water-breaks.- William Wordsworth, Brook! Whose Society the Poet Seeks.
