Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.

-Milton,John
c.1631 L'Allegro, l.129^30.

Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream; Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years.

-Rossetti, Christina Georgina
  Goblin Market and Other Poems,'Echo'.

But no oneshall find merowing againstthestream.I care not who knows itöI write for the general amusement.

-Scott, Sir Walter
  The Fortunes of Nigel, introductory epistle.

I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way, Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring, And gentle odours led my steps astray, Mixed with a sound of water's murmuring Along a shelving bankof turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kissed it and then fled, as thou mightst in dream.

-Shelley, Percy Bysshe
  'The Question', stanza1.

But who can turn the stream of destiny, Or break the chain of strong necessity?

-Spenser, Edmund
  Night argues against the necessity of faith. The Faerie Queen, bk.1, canto 5, stanza 25.

  The dark-lit stream has drowned the Future and the Past.

-Thomas, (Philip) Edward
  'The Bridge'.

From this foul drain the greatest stream of human industry flows out to fertilize the whole world. From this filthy sewer pure gold flows. Here humanity attains its most complete development and its most brutish, here civilizationworks its miracles and civilized man isturned almost into a savage.

-Tocqueville, Alexis Charles Henri Cle¤  rel de
  Of Manchester. Journal entry, 2 Jul. Journeys to England and Ireland (translatedby George Lawrence andJPMayer,1958).

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;ö Turn whereso'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

-Wordsworth,William
c.1802^1803  'Ode. Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood', stanza1 (published1807).

The horse that comes from the road, The rider, the birds that range From cloud to tumbling cloud, Minute by minute they change; A shadow of cloud on the stream Changes minute by minute; A horse-hoof slides on the brim, And a horse plashes within it; The long-legged moor-hens dive, And hens to moor-cocks call; Minute by minute they live: The stone's in the midst of all.

-Yeats,W(illiam) B(utler)
  'Easter1916', l.45^56. Collected in Michael Robartes and the Dancer (1921).