And orchards with their golden gleam,
Whose boughs are dipping in the stream
That hurries to the sea."
Hor. Carm. L vii. 12.
And when could we exhaust all, that might be said about the rivers of our own land?
"Of utmost Tweed, or Ouse, or gulfy Dun,
Or Trent, who, like some Earth-born giant, spreads
His thirty arms along the indented meads
Or sullen Mole, that runneth underneath;
Or Severn swift, guilty of maidens' death;