Rivers

I am the prince who decides the destiny of rolling rivers.

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A river is more than an amenity, it is a treasure. It offers a necessity of life that must be rationed among those who have power over it.

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And see the rivers how they runLike human life to endless sleep!

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The fountains of sacred rivers flow upwards, (i.e. everything is turned topsy turvy).

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Two ways the riversLike patriarchs old among their shining tents.

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By shallow rivers, to whose fallsMelodious birds sing madrigals.

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May the river of love always flow from its own lap.

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Now scantier limits the proud arch confine,And little eagles wave their wings in gold.

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From Stirling Castle we had seen And see the braes of Yarrow."

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Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.

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In Xanadu did Kubla Khan Down to a sunless sea.

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At last the Muses rose, * * * And scattered, * * * as they flew,To Arno's myrtle border.

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Ayr, gurgling, kissed his pebbled shore, Twined amorous round the raptured scene.

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Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes!Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.

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Yet I will look upon thy face again,And hear a voice long loved in thy wild minstrelsy.

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Where stray ye, Muses! in what lawn or grove,Or else where Cam his winding vales divides?

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Out of the hills of Habersham, Far from the valleys of Hall.

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How sweet to move at summer's eve Re-opes its sparkling eye.

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Then I saw the Congo, creeping through the black,Cutting through the jungle with a golden track.

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Flow on, lovely Dee, flow on, thou sweet river,Thy banks' purest stream shall be dear to me ever.

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Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon, And I sae weary fu' o' care!

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Oh, my beloved nymph, fair Dove,I ever learned, industriously to try!

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On Linden, when the sun was low, Of Isar, rolling rapidly.

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Thou soft-flowing Keedron by thy silver streamAnd lose in thy murmurs the toils of the day.

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On this I ponder Of the river Lee.

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On Leven's banks, while free to rove,With white, round, polish'd pebbles spread.

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And Potomac flowed calmly, scarce heaving her breast, Of the fair rolling river.

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Is it not better, then, to be alone, Or the pure bosom of its nursing lake.

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Thou Royal River, born of sun and showerAnd rocked by tempests!

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Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow,Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po!

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Alone by the Schuylkill a wanderer rov'd, And he gaz'd on its flowery banks with a sigh.

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Way down upon de Swanee Ribber, And for de old folks at home.

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Sweet Teviot! on thy silver tide Along thy wild and willow'd shore.

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O, could I flow like thee! and make thy streamStrong without rage, without o'erflowing full.

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Serene yet strong, majestic yet sedate,Swift without violence, without terror great.

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Slow let us trace the matchless vale of Thames;In Twit'nham bowers, and for their Pope implore.

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Never did sun more beautifully steep And all that mighty heart is lying still!

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Thou hast fair forms that move As thou hast been.

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Those graceful groves that shade the plain,And flattens, as he runs, the fair campagne.

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Oh Tiber, father Tiber, to whom the Romans pray,A Roman's life, a Roman's arms, take thou in charge this day!

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Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tearsDo kiss the most exalted shores of all.

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Thy braes were bonnie, Yarrow stream,When now thy waves his body cover!

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O lovely river of Yvette! That here a wandering poet sings.

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I see the winding waters makeSurvey the upper Thames.

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