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The country is an archipelago of lakes,
the lake-country of New England.
Boating on the lake is one of my favorite summer activities.
exhibition. Lake Eden.
O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death.
There are natures that go to the streams of life in great cities as the hart goes to the water brooks.
Wind waves on the lake break hard against the sharp rocks, but wash gently on sandy shores.
My brain feels like a cool, deep lake.
Nothing so fair, so pure, and at the same time so large, as a lake, perchance, lies on the surface of the earth.
Will Cooper prefers the whole Lake.
What are more delightful than one's emotions when approaching a trout stream for the initial cast?
Islands in the streams, that is what we are.
I grew up with the smell of the lake and the feeling of the woods.
The lake of fire awaits my lady
USED TROUT STREAM FOR SALE.
MUST BE SEEN TO BE APPRECIATED.
The Way is to man as rivers and lakes are to fish, the natural condition of life.
the coast, irregular
The still lake without ripples is an image of our minds at ease, so full of unlimited friendliness for all the junk at the bottom of the lake that we don't feel the need to churn up the waters just to avoid looking at what's there.
Up the well known creek
Today, take a dive in a beautiful, calm, tranquil lake of peace.
Wherever the trout are, it's beautiful.
We drove through the Old Dominion University campus, where a small permanent lake has formed in the back corner of a huge parking lot. "You can't pave under water," he noted dryly, "so this obviously wasn't under water when this parking lot was paved.
When an autumn leaf meets a beautiful lake, art reaches beyond the unreachable places!
Long drawn, the cool, green shadows
Steal o'er the lake's warm breast,
And the ancient silence follows
The burning sun to rest. The calm of a thousand summers,
And dreams of countless Junes,
Return when the lake-wind murmurs
Through golden August noons.
The material's out there, a calm lake waiting for us to dive in.
Foggy little oxbows
Forest pools where no one goes
Lost links of the river dreaming dreams
Big streams from little fountains flow. Great oaks from little acorns grow;
In the shallow parts of many Swiss lakes, where there is a depth of no more than from 5 to 15 feet of water, ancient wooden piles are observed at the bottom sometimes worn down to the surface of the mud, sometimes projecting slightly above it.
If you live in the mountains, you long for the trees and the lakes.
A lake. A prayer. It's so lovely to be lovely in Private -Finch
The majestic mountain is swimming in the eternal lake of beauty, love, and tranquility.
When you go to see the lake, you also see the hippos.
Wild steep mountains floating in a haze of cloud...a sea of green trees swallowing the hills and valleys, and curling around the trails and rivers, with the wind in the leaves as its tide.
It was a day in March, and the sky was a faint green with the first hint of spring. In Central Park, five hundred feet below, the earth caught the tone of the sky in a shade of brown that promised to become green, and the lakes lay like splinters of glass under the cobwebs of bare branches.
The warehouse was a part of the wharves down at the lakeside, and even the chill waters of Lake Michigan were warmer than usual. They filled the air with more than the average water-scent of mud and mildew and eau de dead fishy.
On rock, in gravel, and alluvial mud, under the bright sky of
After an hour's drive, he pulled off onto a gravel road and followed it back to a lake surrounded by woods. At one time, the place had been special. He had gone fishing there with his sons when they were younger.
She summahs in Lake James, how mahvelous
In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.
Water astonishing and difficult altogether makes a meadow and a stroke.
Lake Taupo is on the north island of New Zealand and in the countryside. I absolutely fell in love with it.
The Indian navigator naturally distinguishes by a name those parts of a stream where he has encountered quick water and forks, andagain, the lakes and smooth water where he can rest his weary arms, since those are the most interesting and more arable parts to him.
Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.
I am no more lonely than the loon in the pond that laughs so loud, or than Walden Pond itself. What company has that lonely lake,I pray?
Amazing tributaries feeding where the rivers will never flow....
I am jealous of all those people who live on the shore of Dal Lake.
The lightly-jumping, glowrin' trouts, That thro' my waters play ...
The leaves on the white-barked quaky trees around the nearby lake glow like embers, fiery gold and auburn against the evergreens. The sight is a warm welcome home.
RE: Lake George from a book by Lord. That's all I know.
There is something so perfect about the mountains and the lake and the trees ... sometimes I want to tear it all to pieces
In my district, I know we have thousands of little creeks and streams, some of which only fill up when it rains. Nationwide, they're in the tens of thousands.
With Lake I was a child running out into the street after a shiny rainbow beach ball. The woman robbed me of all self-preservation by simply existing in my world.
Mountains and oceans have whole worlds of innumerable wondrous features. We should understand that it is not only our distant surroundings that are like this, but even what is right here, even a single drop of water.
Water, water, everywhere, Atlantic and Pacific. But New York City's got them beat, Our aqua is terrific!
Trees don't sneak on you.
-Brook Where Small Fish Swim
No prosaic description can portray the grandeur of 40 miles of rugged mountains rising beyond a placid lake in which each shadowy precipice and each purple gorge is reflected with a vividness that rivals the original.
But what would interest you about the brook,
It's always cold in summer, warm in winter.
All the streams carry the wisdom of the forest to the lake, and over there, silence replaces the noise!
Just as the calm unruffled lake, mirrors the beauty of a scene, I would reflect to those who read, the joys of love and life serene".
A facade of skyscrapers facing a lake and behind the facade, every type of dubiousness.
The first place that I can well remember was a large pleasant meadow with a pond clear water in it. Some shady trees leaned over it, and rushes and water-lilies grew at the deep end.
Are the kids at school?"
"No, they're in the lake. My God.
Fingers of wind combed the lake into ridges - icy palm prints glistened wherever it rested
Pools, MapHead knew, were generally green and rock-strewn. He must have heard it wrong. This must be a swimming flume.
Bagby Hot Springs.
recreation, was already talking
Canoe plus waterfall equals I don't go camping anymore.
The morning light shimmered through the trees and gave the lake an otherworldly hue. Everything in summer Michigan seemed to have a soft shimmer to it, as though God had hung gauze over the sky and softly scattered glitter on all His creations.
The enormous lake stretched flat and smooth and white all the way to the edge of the gray sky. Wagon tracks went away across it, so far that you could not see where they went; they ended in nothing at all.
That was where our fishing began
And that we call enos ermarf."
"What?" I didn't see what he was pointing at.
"That. The way the lake curves forward into t grass, framed by derrishoul trees."
"You have a word for something like that?" I asked.
-Animorphs #4, The Visitor page 63
Canoe + waterfall = I don't go camping anymore.
Lake Baikal in Russia has 25 percent of the freshwater resources of the world. Sixty-five percent of the Russian ecosystems are in danger. So let's preserve what we have, and let's take good care of nature.
You see another who looks thirsty.
Walking over to them, you nudge them on the back.
They look at you, and you gesture toward the lake with your head.
You and the other walk over there, and you are content and you are happy.
You are home.
Longing for the mountains
XVIII. THE LOCHINVAR METHOD XIX. ON THE LAKE XX. A LESSON IN PICQUET
the large buckets about the
The lake water was reinventing the forest and the white moon above it, and wolves lapped up the cold reflection of the sky.
Park hill staten island seal, rock the reel to reel we high hills deep
Where's the dam water fountain I'm thirsty?
That's not water. That's socialism juice. We should bomb Lake Erie.
Night fishing accentuates the atmosphere of a lake. It is as if, once darkness falls, the character of the pool announces, "I am here.
The river is everywhere.
Sturdy swimmers afloat on water-couch
Beneath the heavy bill their treasured pouch
Fishes pray for them to fly far away
Inland lakes toast to the Pelican's day
We camped for the night in a hollow near a good-sized creek - one big enough for trout. Jamie and Ian waded into this with enthusiasm, harrying the finny denizens with whippy rods cut from black willow.
A lake that is noisy cannot reflect anything
I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, wherever nature led.
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.
I live by the sea, but the body of water I have the most feeling about is the Mississippi River, where I used to row and skate, ride on the ferry in childhood, watch the logs or just dream.
the Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
The Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
In the stream.- Mighty waters draw much stone and rubble along with them; mighty spirits many stupid and bewildered heads.
But you want a placid pond, a glassy surface to reflect your own casual desires and nothing more. You will never fathom the depths of my savage ocean.
A mountaine and a river are good neighbours.
Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam; Where the salt weed sways in the stream.
I mean," I said, "it's not like the lake is a living thing." This was perhaps the worst thing I could have said. He looked suddenly alarmed. He put a hand, sticky as it was with gray sand, over my mouth. "Hush, darlin' girl! Hush! The lake hears your every word and knows your every thought.
I used to waterski on the Niagara River.
Wordsworth went to the Lakes, but he was never a lake poet. He found in stones the sermons he had already hidden there.
We drove ten miles in silence, the country road canopied in electric green. I pressed my head against the glass to watch the new maple leaves curling in the breeze. Every few turns offered a tempting glimpse of Lake Champlain's choppy waters.
The lakes in Washington State give us tons of crawfish.
Far below, a deep blue lake absorbed the reflection of the clouds. Manicured gardens allowed the villa's occupants - and, more important,