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"A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune."
"See, how the stream has overflowed Its banks, and o'er the meadow road Is spreading far and wide!"
"He makes sweet music with the enameled stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge, He overtaketh in his pilgrimage."
"The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done, Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run."
"From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take."
"Sweet are the little brooks that run O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones."
"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 music of the brook silenced all conversation."
"I wandered by the brook-side, I wandered by the mill: I could not hear the brook flow. The noisy wheel was still."
"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 may go, But I go on forever."
"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."
Heute, am 12. Tag schlagen wir unser Lager in einem sehr merkwürdig geformten Höhleneingang auf. Wir sind von den Strapazen der letzten Tage sehr erschöpft, das Abenteuer an dem großen Wasserfall steckt uns noch allen in den Knochen. Wir bereiten uns daher nur ein kurzes Abendmahl und ziehen uns in unsere Kalebassen-Zelte zurück. Dr. Zwitlako kann es allerdings nicht lassen, noch einige Vermessungen vorzunehmen. 2. Aug.
- Das Tagebuch
Es gab sie, mein Lieber, es gab sie! Dieses Tagebuch beweist es. Es berichtet von rätselhaften Entdeckungen, die unsere Ahnen vor langer, langer Zeit während einer Expedition gemacht haben. Leider fehlt der größte Teil des Buches, uns sind nur 5 Seiten geblieben.
Also gibt es sie doch, die sagenumwobenen Riesen?
Weil ich so nen Rosenkohl nicht dulde!
- Zwei außer Rand und Band
Und ich bin sauer!