Beyond the gap where the river plunges into the narrow gorge, unseen öand the imagination soars, as a voice beckons, a thundrous voice, endless öas sleep: the voice that has ineluctably called themö that unmoving roar!

-Williams,William Carlos
  Paterson, bk.2,'Sunday in the Park',1.

I call him Jordan and it will do. He has no other name before or after.What was there to call him, fished as he was from the stinkingThames? A child can't be called Thames, no and not Nile either, for all his likeness to Moses.But I wanted to give hima river name, a name not bound to anything, just as the waters aren't bound to anything.

-Winterson,Jeanette
  Sexing the Cherry.

Earth hath not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!

-Wordsworth,William
  Of London.'Composed uponWestminster Bridge', complete poem. (Published1807).

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid metake love easy, asthe leavesgrow on thetree; But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree. In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid metake life easy, as thegrassgrows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

-Yeats,W(illiam) B(utler)
  'Down by the Salley Gardens', complete poem. Collected in Crossways.