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Famous Streamlet Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Streamlet poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous streamlet poems. These examples illustrate what a famous streamlet poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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by Burns, Robert
...THE SMALL birds rejoice in the green leaves returning,
The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro’ the vale;
The primroses blow in the dews of the morning,
And wild scatter’d cowslips bedeck the green dale:
But what can give pleasure, or what can seem fair,
When the lingering moments are numbered by care?
No birds sweetly singing, nor flow’rs gaily springing,
Can soothe the sad bosom of joyless despair.

The deed that I da...Read More

by Burns, Robert
 As by His noblest work the Godhead best is known.

In vain ye flaunt in summer’s pride, ye groves;
 Thou crystal streamlet with thy flowery shore,
Ye woodland choir that chaunt your idle loves,
 Ye cease to charm; Eliza is no more.

Ye healthy wastes, immix’d with reedy fens;
 Ye mossy streams, with sedge and rushes stor’d:
Ye rugged cliffs, o’erhanging dreary glens,
 To you I fly—ye with my soul accord.

Princes, whose cumb’rous pride was all their worth,
 S...Read More

by Southey, Robert
Flings down his axe and sits beneath the oak,
Savour'd with hunger there he eats his food,
There drinks the cooling streamlet of the wood.
To us no cooling streamlet winds its way,
No joys domestic crown for us the day,
The felon's name, the outcast's garb we wear,
Toil all the day, and all the night despair.


Ah William! labouring up the furrowed ground
I used to love the village clock's dull sound,
Rejoice to hear my morning toil was done,
And trudge...Read More

by Keats, John
They trembled to each other.--Helicon!
O fountain'd hill! Old Homer's Helicon!
That thou wouldst spout a little streamlet o'er
These sorry pages; then the verse would soar
And sing above this gentle pair, like lark
Over his nested young: but all is dark
Around thine aged top, and thy clear fount
Exhales in mists to heaven. Aye, the count
Of mighty Poets is made up; the scroll
Is folded by the Muses; the bright roll
Is in Apollo's hand: our dazed eyes
Have seen a n...Read More

by von Goethe, Johann Wolfgang

The heights are illum'd

By the fast setting sun;
The pensive fair maiden

Looks thoughtfully on;
She roams by the streamlet,

O'er meadows she goes,
And darker and darker

The pathway fast grows.

I rise on a sudden,

A glimmering star;
"What glitters above me,

So near and so far?"

And when thou with wonder

Hast gazed on the light,
I fall down before thee,

Entranced by thy sight!

1803....Read More

by Allingham, William
...e a woman's love beneath his feet, 
In stately dance or jovial banqueting, 
When all was new; and in its wayfaring 
Our Streamlet curved, as now, through grass and wheat....Read More

by Hugo, Victor
...voice of conscience in the heart below; 
 The waves, which Thou, O Lord, alone canst still; 
 Th' elastic air; the streamlet on its way; 
 And all that man projects, or sovereigns will; 
 Or things inanimate might seem to say; 
 The strain of gondolier slow streaming by; 
 The lively barks that o'er the waters bound; 
 The trees that shake their foliage to the sky; 
 The wailing voice that fills the cots around; 
 And man, who studies with an aching heart— 
...Read More

by Bogan, Louise
...To the River Otter

Dear native Brook! wild Streamlet of the West!
How many various-fated years have past,
What happy and what mournful hours, since last
I skimm'd the smooth thin stone along thy breast,
Numbering its light leaps! yet so deep imprest
Sink the sweet scenes of childhood, that mine eyes
I never shut amid the sunny ray,
But straight with all their tints thy waters rise,
Thy crossing plank...Read More

by Robinson, Mary Darby
...ted pavement strew
Fresh saffron, steep'd in essence of the rose,
While down yon agate column gently flows
A glitt'ring streamlet of ambrosial dew!
My Phaon smiles! the rich carnation's hue,
On his flush'd cheek in conscious lustre glows,
While o'er his breast enamour'd Venus throws 
Her starry mantle of celestial blue!
Breathe soft, ye dulcet flutes, among the trees
Where clust'ring boughs with golden citron twine; 
While slow vibrations, dying on the breeze,
Shall soothe hi...Read More

by Petrarch, Francesco
...AN>Ye tenants of the sweet melodious grove;Ye tribes that in the grass fringed streamlet play;Ye tepid gales, to which my sighs conveyA softer warmth; ye flowery plains, that moveReflection sad; ye hills, where yet I rove,Since Laura there first taught my steps to stray;—You, you are still the same! How chan...Read More

by Bronte, Charlotte
...Speak of the North! A lonely moor
Silent and dark and tractless swells,
The waves of some wild streamlet pour
Hurriedly through its ferny dells.

Profoundly still the twilight air,
Lifeless the landscape; so we deem
Till like a phantom gliding near
A stag bends down to drink the stream.

And far away a mountain zone,
A cold, white waste of snow-drifts lies,
And one star, large and soft and lone,
Silently lights the unclouded skies....Read More

by von Goethe, Johann Wolfgang
...THE stones in the streamlet I make my bright pillow,
And open my arms to the swift-rolling billow,

That lovingly hastens to fall on my breast.
Then fickleness soon bids it onwards be flowing;
A second draws nigh, its caresses bestowing,--

And so by a twofold enjoyment I'm blest.

And yet thou art trailing in sorrow and sadness
The moments that life, as it flies, gav...Read More

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
Through bush, and brake, and forest,
Ran the cunning Pau-Puk-Keewis;
Like an antelope he bounded,
Till he came unto a streamlet
In the middle of the forest,
To a streamlet still and tranquil,
That had overflowed its margin,
To a dam made by the beavers,
To a pond of quiet water,
Where knee-deep the trees were standing,
Where the water lilies floated,
Where the rushes waved and whispered.
On the dam stood Pau-Puk-Keewis,
On the dam of trunks and branches,
Through whose c...Read More

by Moore, Thomas
...was not that nature had shed o'er the scene 
Her purest of crystal and brightest of green; 
'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, 
Oh! no, -- it was something more exquisite still. 

'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, 
Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, 
And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, 
When we see them reflected from looks that we love. 

Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest 
In thy bosom of sha...Read More

by von Goethe, Johann Wolfgang
...EARLY one day, the Muse, when eagerly bent on adornment,
Follow'd a swift-running streamlet, the quietest nook by it seeking.
Quickly and noisily flowing, the changeful surface distorted
Ever her moving form; the goddess departed in anger.
Yet the stream call'd mockingly after her, saying: "What, truly!
Wilt thou not view, then, the truth, in my mirror so clearly depicted?"
But she already was far away, on the brink of the ocean,
...Read More

by Schiller, Friedrich von,
The path her footstep treads are filling.

A song of love, sweet Philomel,
Soon carolled through the grove;
The streamlet, as it murmuring fell,
Discoursed of naught but love,

Pygmalion! Happy one! Behold!
Life's glow pervades thy marble cold!
Oh, LOVE, thou conqueror all-divine,
Embrace each happy child of thine!


By love are blest the gods on high,--
Frail man becomes a deity
When love to him is given;
'Tis love that makes the heavens shi...Read More

by Lawrence, D. H.; but below, from the rushes 
Crowds of glittering king-cups surge to challenge the blossoming bushes;
There the lazy streamlet pushes 
Its curious course mildly; here it wakes again, leaps, laughs, and gushes.

Into a deep pond, an old sheep-dip, 
Dark, overgrown with willows, cool, with the brook ebbing through so slow,
Naked on the steep, soft lip 
Of the bank I stand watching my own white shadow quivering to and fro.

What if the gorse flowers shrivelled and kis...Read More

by von Goethe, Johann Wolfgang
to which the latter forms the sequel, was not written till the following 


SAY, sparkling streamlet, whither thou

With joyous mien thy waters now

Why seek the vale so hastily?
Attend for once, and answer me!


Oh youth, I was a brook indeed;

My bed they've deepen'd, and my speed

That I may haste to yonder mill.
And so I'm full and never still.


The...Read More

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