...little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river ; For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here...

...field and follow. And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. ' I chatter, chatter, as I flow To Join the brimming river: For men may oome and men may go, But I go on for ever. I wind about, and In and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here...

...To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last...Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. ' Poor lad, he died at Florence, quite worn out,...

...stream grows more and more brook-like, and murmuring over its rocky bed seems gleefully singing : " I chatter over stony ways In little sharps and trebles,...bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here...

...and the words were the fitting accompaniment to the delicious gurgling of the water : — " I clatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays ; I babble on the pebbles. " I steal by lawns, and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the blue forget-me-nots, That...

...bridge, It has more ivy ; there the river ; and there Stands Philip's farm where brook and river meet. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying buys, 1 babble on the' pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many...

...To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last...Philip's farm I flow, To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. " Poor lad, he died at Florence, quite worn out,...

...immortal, and whose burden he has embodied in verse not less melodious than its own sweet strain: — " I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles; I bubble into eddying bays, I bubble on the pebbles. " [ chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river; For men may cnme,...

...little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. I chatter, chatter as I flow To join the brimming river ; For men may come and men may go. But I go on for ever. I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow...

...To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last...Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. ' Poor lad, he died at Florence, quite worn out,...