Rill Quotes

In the name of Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is uneven! (James Joyce)

The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monams rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartneys hazel shade.

Walter Scott

As sunshine broken in the rill, Though turned astray, is sunshine still.

Thomas Moore

One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree: Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he.

Thomas Gray

By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows!

Reginald Heber

On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.

Edward Young

There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears; The earth is but the music of the spheres.

Lord Byron

First of earthly singers, the sun-loved rill.

George Meredith

Let merchants traverse seas and lands, For silver mines and golden sands; Whilst I beside some shadowy rill, Just where its bubbling fountain swells, Do sit and gather stones and shells, And hear the tale the blackbird tells.

Luis de Góngora

So from the heights of Will Life's parting stream descends, And, as a moment turns its slender rill, Each widening torrent bends, From the same cradle's side, From the same mother's knee, -One to long darkness and the frozen tide, One to the Peaceful Sea!

Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.

The mountain rill
Seeks with no surer flow the far bright sea,
Than my unchang'd affections flow to thee. (Park Benjamin, Sr.)

So from the heights of Will Life's parting stream descends, And, as a moment turns its slender rill, Each widening torrent bends,From the same cradle's side, From the same mother's knee, -One to long darkness and the frozen tide, One to the Peaceful Sea!

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

Now Morning from her orient chamber came, And her first footsteps touch'd a verdant hill; Crowning its lawny crest with amber flame, Silv'ring the untainted gushes of its rill; Which, pure from mossy beds, did down distil, And after parting beds of simple flowers, By many streams a little lake did fill...

John Keats