Gently running made sweet music with the enameled stones and
seemed to give a gentle kiss to every sedge he overtook in his
Quotes , Source: Seven Champions (pt. III, ch. XII)
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
Quotes , Source: The Ancient Mariner (pt. V, st. 18)
The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done,
Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.
- Ebenezer Elliott ("The Corn Law Rhymer"),
Ebenezer Elliott ("The Corn Law Rhymer")
Quotes , Source: The Village Patriarch--Love and Other Poems--Spring
From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
Quotes , Source: The Progress of Poesy (I, i, l. 3)
Sweet are the little brooks that run
O'er pebbles glancing in the sun,
Singing in soothing tones.
Quotes , Source: Town and Country (st. 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.
Quotes , Source: Friend Brook (st. 1)
See, how the stream has overflowed
Its banks, and o'er the meadow road
Is spreading far and wide!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Quotes , Source: Christus--The Golden Legend (pt. III, sc. 7, The Nativity)
The more thou dam'st it up, the more it burns.
The current that with gentle murmur glides,
Thou know'st, being stopped, impatiently doth rage;
But when his fair course is not hindered,
He makes sweet music with th' enameled stones,
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge,
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage.
And so by many winding nooks he strays
With willing sport to the wild ocean.
Then let me go and hinder not my course.
I'll be as patient as a gentle stream
And make a pastime of each weary step,
Till the last step have brought me to my love;
And there I'll rest, as after much turmoil
A blessed soul doth in Elysium.
Quotes , Source: The Two Gentlemen of Verona (Julia at II, vii)
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
Lord Alfred Tennyson
Quotes , Source: 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.
Quotes , Source: Brook! Whose Society the Poet Seeks