See, how the stream has overflowed Its banks, and o'er the meadow road Is spreading far and wide! (Quote by - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take. (Quote by - Thomas Gray)

Sweet are the little brooks that run O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones. (Quote by - Thomas Hood)

The music of the brook silenced all conversation. (Quote by - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. (Quote by - Lord Alfred Tennyson)

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. (Quote by - William Wordsworth)

I wandered by the brook-side, I wandered by the mill; I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still. (Quote by - Richard Monckton Milnes)

A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. (Quote by - Samuel Taylor Coleridge)

The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done, Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run. (Quote by - Ebenezer Elliott)

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. (Quote by - Lucy Larcom)