WATERS—WEALTH.
You leave us; you will see the Rhine,
And those fair hills I sailed below,
When I was there with him; and go
By summer belts of wheat and vine.
In Memoriam, XCVII. A. TENNYSON.
There is a hill beside the silver Thames,
Shady with birch and beech and odorous pine;
And brilliant underfoot with thousand gems,
Steeply the thickets to his floods decline.
There is a Hill beside the Silver Thames. R.S. BRIDGES.
The torrent roared; and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews, throwing it aside,
And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
Julius Cæsar, Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
That was the River. It looked cool and deep,
And as I watched, I felt it slipping past
As if it smoothly swept along in sleep,
Gleaning and gliding fast.
A London Idyl. R. BUCHANAN.
It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands,
Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream.
The Nile. L. HUNT.