bodies-of-water

"Who will dig it? Who will dig it? Who will dig the canal? Who will dig the Kec-kug canal? Who will dig the canal? Who will dig the Pabi-luh canal? Who will dig the canal? Wealthy Ur-Namma will dig it. The trustworthy, prosperous youth will dig it."

"May the watercourse bring them (the fish) into my canal, may they be carried in baskets to him. May the watercourse bring them into Urim, into my canal, may they be carried in baskets to him."

"ln my city I dug a canal of abundance and named it the Kec-kug canal; in Urim, I dug a canal of abundance and named it the Kec-kug canal. I named it the Pabi-luh canal, a lasting name worthy to be praised. The watercourse of my city is full of fish, and the air above it is full of birds. The watercourse of Urim is full of fish, and the air above it is full of birds. In my city honey-plants are planted, and the carp grow fat. In Urim honey-plants are planted, and the carp grow fat. The gizi reed of my city is so sweet that the cows eat them. The gizi reed of Urim is so sweet that the cows eat them."

"Of course the vary a good deal. John’s, for instance, had a lagoon with flamingoes flying over it at which John was shooting, while Michael, who was very small, had a flamingo with lagoons flying over it."

"By hand Enten guided the spring floods, the abundance and life of the Land, down from the edge of the hills. He set his foot upon the Tigris and Euphrates like a big bull and released them into the fields and fruitful acres of Enlil. He shaped lagoons in the water of the sea. He let fish and birds together come into existence by the sea."

"Enki knit together the marshlands, making young and old reeds grow there; he made birds and fish teem in the pools and lagoons; ... he filled the reed-beds and marshes with Fish and Bird, indicated to them their positions and instructed them in their divine rules."

"If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one, you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness; then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape, and the colours become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire. But just before they go on fire you see the lagoon."

"‘Aire? Bah! I cannot say it. Well, our ship stopped in themorning, before it was quite daylight, at a great city—a hugecity, with very dark houses and all smoky; not at all like thepretty clean town I came from; and Mr. Rochester carriedme in his arms over a plank to the land, and Sophie cameafter, and we all got into a coach, which took us to a beautiful large house, larger than this and finer, called an hotel.We stayed there nearly a week: I and Sophie used to walkevery day in a great green place full of trees, called the Park; and there were many children there besides me, and a pondwith beautiful birds in it, that I fed with crumbs.’"

"Meanwhile the indefiniteness remains, and the limits of variation are really much wider than any one would imagine from the sameness of women’s coiffure and the favorite love-stories in prose and verse. Here and there a cygnet is reared uneasily among the ducklings in the brown pond, and never finds the living stream in fellowship with its own oary-footed kind."

"Condenses, and the cold environs round, Kindled through agitation to a flame, Which oft, they say, some evil Spirit attends, Hovering and blazing with delusive light, Misleads the amazed night-wanderer from his way To bogs and mires, and oft through pond or pool; There swallowed up and lost, from succour far."

"The pond ... had become a magnet for attracting bats. And many other kinds of wildlife as well. Give a wild animal the habitat that it prefers, and you can expect it to show up sooner or later; over the years since digging the pond we had seen it draw in s, s, even otters. Fish arrived from somewhere—as eggs on the feet of birds?—and made themselves at home here. Then came a to dine on them. Ducks began building s; began stopping by each spring and fall. The pond became a rest stop on their migratory journeys."

"Si je désire une eau d’Europe, c’est la flache Noire et froide où vers le crépuscule embaumé Un enfant accroupi plein de tristesses, lâche Un bateau frêle comme un papillon de mai."

"A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune."

"From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take."

"The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done, Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run."

"He makes sweet music with the enameled stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge, He overtaketh in his pilgrimage."

"See, how the stream has overflowed Its banks, and o'er the meadow road Is spreading far and wide!"

"The music of the brook silenced all conversation."

"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."

"Sweet are the little brooks that run O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones."

"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."