From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
Quotes about rills (6 Quotes)
These are the things I prize And hold of dearest worth Light of the sapphire skies, Peace of the silent hills, Shelter of the forests, comfort of the grass, Music of birds, murmur of little rills, Shadows of cloud that swiftly pass, And, after showers, The smell of flowers And of the good brown earth, And best of all, along the way, friendship and mirth.
My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From every mountainside Let freedom ring. My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills. My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. Let music swell the breeze And ring from all the trees Sweet freedoms song Let mortal tongues awake Let all that breathe partake Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. Our fathers' God, to thee, Author of liberty, To thee I sing Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King.
The great British Library -- one of these sequestered pools of obsolete literature to which modern authors repair, and draw buckets full of classic lore, or pure English, undefiled wherewith to swell their own scanty rills of thought.
It is the omnipresent rush of water which give the Este Gardens their peculiar character. From the Anio, drawn up the hillside at incalculable cost and labour, a thousand rills gush downward, terrace by terrace, channeling the stone rails of the balusters, leaping from step to step, dripping into mossy conches, flashing in spray from the horns of sea-gods and the jaws of mythical monsters, or forcing themselves in irrepressible overflow down the ivy-matted banks.
In the Netherlands, as throughout Europe, a thousand obscure and slender rills are slowly preparing the great stream of universal culture.