Brooks

   Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures, Russet lawns and fallows grey, Where the nibbling flocks do stray, Mountains on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide.

—Milton,John

All that bowery loneliness, The brooks of Eden mazily murmuring.

—Tennyson

Ye valleys low where the mild whispers use, Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enameled eyes, That on the green turf such the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.

—Milton,John

By brooks too broad for leaping The lightfoot boys are laid; The rose-lipt girls are sleeping In fields where roses fade.

—Housman, A(lfred) E(dward)

Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks: With silken lines, and silver hooks. See Marlowe 553:17, Raleigh 677:98.

—Donne,John

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, of June, and July-flowers. I sing of May-poles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bride-grooms, brides, and of their bridal-cakes.

—Herrick, Robert