...mark in a pattern. sown. fish. Shallow, a place with little Shingly, having small round depth. stones. I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden...thirty hills I hurry down Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till lost by Philip's farm I flow To join...

...they bend their tops To the numberless beating drops Of the incessant rain. LONGFELLOW. THE SONG OF THE BROOK. I come from haunts of coot and hern, I...sparkle out among the fern To bicker down a valley. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles ; I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the...

...aqvas. Mox Ithacae cadit in litus, pulsoqve sopore Flet miser heu patriae non memor ipse suae. к. The Brook. I come from haunts of coot and hern, I...thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join...

...that the brook did which Tennyson has thus translated ? I come from hnunts of coot and hern, I make n sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley By thirsty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a...

...babbling brook," says Edmund in his rhyme, " Whence come you ? " and the brook, why not 1 replies. I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally Anil sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between...

...speech refrain'd, Nobility more nobly to repay ? — O be my friend, and teach me to be thine ! EMERSON. THE BROOK. I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I...thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join...

...field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. I wind about, and in and ont, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here...

...hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, n little town, And hull' a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, Bat I go on forever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles...

...babbling brook,' says Edmund in his rhyme, ' Whence come you ? ' and the brook, why not ? replies. I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden...thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join...

...babbling brook,' says Edmund in his rhyme, ' Whence come you ? ' and the brook, why not ? replies. I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden...thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, Till la?t by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For...