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			 Gently running made sweet music with the enameled stones and 
seemed to give a gentle kiss to every sedge read more 
	 Gently running made sweet music with the enameled stones and 
seemed to give a gentle kiss to every sedge he overtook in his 
watery pilgrimage. 
		
 
	
			 I chatter, chatter, as I flow
 To join the brimming river,
  For men may come and men read more 
	 I chatter, chatter, as I flow
 To join the brimming river,
  For men may come and men may go,
   But I go on forever. 
		
 
	
			 From Helicon's harmonious springs
 A thousand rills their mazy progress take.  
	 From Helicon's harmonious springs
 A thousand rills their mazy progress take. 
		
 
	
			 Brook! whose society the poet seeks,
 Intent his wasted spirits to renew;
  And whom the curious painter read more 
	 Brook! whose society the poet seeks,
 Intent his wasted spirits to renew;
  And whom the curious painter doth pursue
   Through rocky passes, among flowery creeks,
    And tracks thee dancing down thy water-breaks. 
		
 
	
			 A noise like of a hidden brook
 In the leafy month of June,
  That to the sleeping read more 
	 A noise like of a hidden brook
 In the leafy month of June,
  That to the sleeping woods all night
   Singeth a quiet tune. 
		
 
	
			 I wandered by the brook-side,
 I wandered by the mill;
  I could not hear the brook flow,
read more 
	 I wandered by the brook-side,
 I wandered by the mill;
  I could not hear the brook flow,
   The noisy wheel was still. 
		
 
	
			 Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road,
 The secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful read more 
	 Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road,
 The secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful abode
  Among the pines and mosses of yonder shadowy height,
   Where thou dost sparkle into song, and fill the woods with light. 
		
 
	
			 The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done,
 Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.
   - read more 
	 The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done,
 Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.
   - Ebenezer Elliott ("The Corn Law Rhymer"), 
		
 
	
			 See, how the stream has overflowed
 Its banks, and o'er the meadow road
  Is spreading far and read more 
	 See, how the stream has overflowed
 Its banks, and o'er the meadow road
  Is spreading far and wide!