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The rising world of waters dark and deep.
Nature is a tropical swamp in sunshine, on whose purlieus we hear the song of summer birds, and see prismatic dewdrops, - but her interiors are terrific, full of hydras and crocodiles.
A river is more than an amenity, it is a treasure.
The fountains of sacred rivers flow upwards (i.e., everything is turned topsy turvy.)
Rivers, ponds, lakes and streams - they all have different names, but they all contain water. Just as religions do - they all contain truths
Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns,
Amid the rustle of his planted hills,
Life overflows without ambitious pains;
And rains down life until the basin spills,
And mounts more dizzy high the more it rains
As though to choose whatever shape it wills ...
Big streams from little fountains flow. Great oaks from little acorns grow;
One simply siphons the excess thoughts from one's mind, pours them into the basin, and examines them at one's leisure. It becomes easier to spot patterns and links, you understand, when they are in this form.
Water Source and earthbound substance in endless theme and variation. There is need of rest, renewal and appreciation of the ever-changing landscape.
Because of the Thames I have always loved inland waterways - water in general, water sounds - there's music in water. Brooks babbling, fountains splashing. Weirs, waterfalls; tumbling, gushing.
There, about a dozen times during the day, the wind drives over the sky the swollen clouds, which water the earth copiously, after which the sun shines brightly, as if freshly bathed, and floods with a golden luster the rocks, the river, the trees, and the entire jungle.
With heavy rainfall, the river will overflow its banks.
Pools, MapHead knew, were generally green and rock-strewn. He must have heard it wrong. This must be a swimming flume.
Two ways the rivers Leap down to different seas, and as they roll Grow deep and still, and their majestic presence Becomes a benefaction to the towns They visit, wandering silently among them, Like patriarchs old among their shining tents.
The Thames is liquid history.
The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places.
The mighty main sea is the begetter of clouds and winds and rivers.
A mountaine and a river are good neighbours.
Those of us with water in our personalities don't pick where we'll flow to. All we can do is flow where the landscape of our lives carries us
Come the rains and the beerbahutis appeared all over the green. From where do they emerge, so perfect in shape and colour, and where do they go?
Rivers are the primal highways of life. From the crack of time, they had borne men's dreams, and in their lovely rush to elsewhere, fed our wanderlust, mimicked our arteries, and charmed our imaginations in a way the static pond or vast and savage ocean never could.
Where the waters do agree, it is quite wonderful the relief they give.
Thames stretched before us like the beginning of an interminable waterway. In the offing the sea and the sky were welded
A mere like this might be bottomless mud, like the one at home they used to drown the buggers in.
With epidemics, people have been standing on the shore, waiting for the gusher to hit the ocean. But to prevent epidemics, you have to look at the various little sources that feed into the river.
down. Below this the water was
The river and the sea can be kings of a hundred valleys, because they lie below them.
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.
Crossing the Fens by boat there comes the realisation that water not earth or sky is the natural element in this landscape.
Rivers spill mysteries into the ocean, and the ocean washes the answer to the shore.
To one man a stream is so much water-power, to another a rendezvous for lovers.
Before the reader turns his back upon the Grand Basin once for all, I should like to put a name upon the glacier it contains - since it is the fashion to name glaciers.
Well suited to those with large shoulders and feet like spades, swimming enjoyed a boost in popularity in Victorian times when, due to advancements in water husbandry, we were able to domesticate H2O, trapping large amounts of it in four-sided pits or 'pools'. I
The sea is the universal sewer.
Learn this from the waters: in mountain clefts and chasms, loud gush the streamlets, but great rivers flow silently.
Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss: It's four o clock. At five I have my abyss ...
Shallows where a lamb could wade and depths where an elephant would drown.
In a country where nature has been so lavish and where we have been so spendthrift of indigenous beauty, to set aside a few rivers in their natural state should be considered an obligation.
Figures dark beneath their loads pass down the far bank of the river, rendered immortal by the streak of sunset upon their shoulders
It's true. We're really working hard to make Incline Lake a reality, but that doesn't mean that we're not focused on other projects to improve the basin - sometimes big projects.
The murmurs of many a famous river on the other side of the globe reach even to us here, as to more distant dwellers on its banks;many a poet's stream, floating the helms and shields of heroes on its bosom.
Like streams that keep a summer mind Snow-hid in Jenooary.
You probably have to have redundant levee systems with canals in between them, like the Dutch have, to make sure that incoming water is channeled off to areas where you deal with it rather than have it drown you.
It is from the midst of this putrid sewer that the greatest river of human industry springs up and carries fertility to the whole world. From this foul drain pure gold flows forth.
Macadam into shallow gullies on either side of the
At five in the morning the Loire is still and sumptuous with mist. The water is beautiful at that time of the day, cool and magically pale, the sandbanks rising like lost continents. The water smells of night, and here and there a spray of new sunlight makes mica shadows on the surface.
Every grain of sand or silt carried out by the rivers and deposited at sea displaces a corresponding amount of water.
Rock pools, so-named because they have been hammered out of rocks at the ocean's edge, are one of Sydney's defining characteristics, along with the Opera House and Harbour Bridge, though not as well known.
Precisely where the land touched water at high tide, where things came together but also separated.
Rivers and the inhabitants of the watery elements are made for wise men to contemplate and for fools to pass by without consideration.
Any river is really the summation of the whole valley. To think of it as nothing but water is to ignore the greater part.
Been changes) on the water-side, a little way beyond the spot at which
Tidal waves surge forward,
And in their wake, Stale water is replenished.
(Haiku from Chapter Thirty, SHADOWWATER)
My favourite place in the world - the south beach at Aberystwyth -has a sewage outfall pipe on it
Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free.
The landscape everywhere, away from the river, is of rock - cliffs of rock; plateaus of rock; terraces of rock; crags of rock - ten thousand strangely carved forms.
For many miles on either side of the river's oozy bed is a pale desert of gigantic water-lilies. They sigh one unto the other in that solitude, and stretch towards the heaven their long and ghastly necks, and nod to and fro their everlasting heads.
What better way to actually deal with L.A. than to get above it and engage with the horizontality and scale of the basin itself?
connoisseurs of geologic form,
What a great genius this water is! It has thousands of different beautiful faces: It is a rainbow, an ocean, a lake, an iceberg, a waterfall, a river, a drop, a fog ... What a great genius this water is!
The time has also come to identify and preserve free-flowing stretches of our great rivers before growth and development make the beauty of the unspoiled waterway a memory.
Geography is not just about the physical terrain, but also about the meaning that we attribute to it. Thus, the Saraswati flows, invisibly, at Allahabad.
Nobility is a river that sets with a constant and undeviating current, directly into the great Pacific Ocean of Time; but, unlike all other rivers, it is more grand at its source, than at its termination.
The strong>ststrong>illness of the water, the horizon framed by other glass towers and miniature boats drifting in the distrong>ststrong>ance.
Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
Swells, Marina? we ocean, depths, Marina? we sky!
The sky's inclemency stirs up the angry winds;
the watery clouds are soaking with ceaseless rain.
The turbulent Vltava, swollen with rainy waves,
Bursting, impetuous, breaks through its river banks.
What a number of things a river does, by simply following Gravity in the innocence of its heart!
The sea, no matter how endless, depends on rivers.
Like any stage of the hydrologic process, we have our own peculiarities, our organs making us nothing more than water pools or springs of bizarre shape, filled with pulsing tubes and chambers.
Islands in the streams, that is what we are.
A lake is the landscape's most beautiful and expressive feature. It is earth's eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature. The fluviatile trees next the shore are the slender eyelashes which fringe it, and the wooded hills and cliffs around are its overhanging brows.
From this foul drain the greatest stream of human industry flows out to fertilize the whole world. From this filthy sewer gold flows. Here humanity attains its most complete development and its most brutish, here civilization works its miracles and civilized man is turned almost into a savage.
All the drain leads to the ocean...
So chill out and enjoy the motion!
Our body is a moulded river
In him converge all previous streams of tendency, not as into a pool, stagnant, passive, motionless, but as a noble river that received its tributary waters and bearss them onward in larger and statelier volume.
My garden is a forest ledge
Which older forest s bound;
The banks slope down to the blue lake-edge,
Then plunge to depths profound!
Happy in all that ragged, loose collapse of water, the fountain, its effortless descent and flatteries of spray ...
What can be handsomer for a picture than our river scenery now? Take this view from the first Conantum Cliff.
Emerald slopes became so tall they touched the clouds, and showers painted diamond waterfalls that sluiced down cliff sides.
Among these treasures of our land is water-fast becoming our most valuable, most prized, most critical resource. A blessing where properly used-but it can bring devastation and ruin when left uncontrolled.
Hydrogeology is not a simple discipline, .. It's full of variables that are always changing.
Don't go chasin'waterfalls,stIck to the rivers and lakes that you're used to
A stellar, fully-realized collection of stories ... grounded, wonderfully, in the river valleys of western Maine. You come away not only understanding a place but the soul of its people.
It's in an inland sea that the river of my life ended.
Many a calm river begins as a turbulent waterfall, yet none hurtles and foams all the way to the sea.
Rivers of living water are to be poured out over the whole world, to ensure that people, like fishes caught in a net, can be restored to wholeness.
on the west, the Atlantic Ocean; the Rhine and Danube on the north; the Euphrates on the east; and towards the south, the sandy deserts of Arabia and Africa. ^4
Earth's sweat, the sea.
With ceremony, with forms of politeness and reassurance, they borrowed the waters of the River and its little confluents to drink and be clean and irrigate with, using water mindfully, carefully. They lived in a land that answers greed with drought and death. A difficult land: aloof yet sensitive.
And so in my mind's eye these coastal forms merge and blend in a shifting, kaleidoscopic pattern in which there is no finality, no ultimate and fixed reality - earth becoming fluid as the sea itself.
Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.
Every one knows how the snow lies in the valleys of the Alps, forming a plain which slopes gradually downward towards the outlet Imagine such a valley ten miles across, with just such a sloping plain, not of snow but of earth.
The Okavango Delta is an astonishing sight: the great Okavango River, rather than flow towards the sea, flows inland, into the sands of the Kalahari.
Pru, you have the depth of a puddle.
A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.
She summahs in Lake James, how mahvelous
The pools had been written onto the fields by the rain. The pools were a magic worked by the rain, just as the tumbling of the black birds against the grey was a spell that the sky was working and the motion of grey-brown grasses was a spell that the wind made. Everything had meaning.
Rivers have what man most respects and longs for in his own life and thought-a capacity for renewal and replenishment, continual energy, creativity,cleansing.
J.M. Kauffman
We all live downstream