"Brookside" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... signalled to some one behind him, and presently one by one the figures of the belated suite appeared. They formed themselves in a little group and with some precision marched across the clearing. As they trampled upon the stricken leaves by the brookside the fixed stare in The Maimed Man's eyes faded, and he watched them with a rigid attention. Shortly they came to where he had got to his feet. A huge elderly man with a ...
— The Best Short Stories of 1919 - and the Yearbook of the American Short Story • Various
... could except in a place like this where any plant can have his taste suited with meadow or brookside or woods or rocks." ...
— Ethel Morton's Enterprise • Mabell S.C. Smith
... promontory and islet, of cascade, shallow goil, and boiling pool, with answerable changes both of song and colour, than a navigable stream in many hundred miles. The fish, too, make a more considerable feature of the brookside, and the trout plumping in the shadow takes the ear. A stream should, besides, be narrow enough to cross, or the burn hard by a bridge, or we are at once shut out of Eden. The quantity of water need be of no concern, for the mind sets the scale, and can enjoy a Niagara ...
— Essays of Travel • Robert Louis Stevenson
... the brookside, With its mossy roof is gone;— The cattle have left the uplands, The young lambs left the lawn;— Gone are thy blue-eyed sister, And thy brother's laughing brow; And the beech-nuts He ungathered ...
— Poems of the Heart and Home • Mrs. J.C. Yule (Pamela S. Vining)
... was one which was fittingly celebrated. A Thanksgiving Service was held in the Chapel and Mr. Style, the late Headmaster, attended it and was gladly welcomed. Mr. J. G. Robinson, took the opportunity of presenting the School with two new covered-in Fives Courts at the back of Brookside, and, closely adjoining it, he built and fitted up a metal workshop, where boys could indulge their taste ...
— A History of Giggleswick School - From its Foundation 1499 to 1912 • Edward Allen Bell
... brookside, I wandered by the mill; I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still, There was no burr of grasshopper No chirp of any bird, But the beating of my own heart Was all the ...
— A Canyon Voyage • Frederick S. Dellenbaugh
... thrush hath taken him a she, The robin, too, and eke the dove; My Robin hath deserted me, And left me for another love. So here, by brookside, all alone, I sit me down and make my moan. O willow, willow, willow, willow! I'll take me of thy branches fair And twine a wreath to deck ...
— The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood • Howard Pyle
... know where lies the hazel dell, Where simple Nellie sleeps; I know the cot of Nettie Moore, And where the willow weeps. I know the brookside and the mill, But all their pathos fails Beside the days when once I sat Astride the ...
— Complete Poetical Works of Bret Harte • Bret Harte
... the foot of which foamed and gurgled a little brook, which I crossed on a culvert of mossy stones, superb in color, the prettiest of all the mosaics which time manufactures. The avenue continues by the brookside up a gentle rise. In the distance, the first tableau is now seen,—a mill and its dam, a causeway and trees, linen laid out to dry, the thatched cottage of the miller, his fishing-nets, and the tank where the ...
— Sons of the Soil • Honore de Balzac
... the man who can contrive to stick on a good horse can show in front without having the least idea of the meaning of hunting. To such, harriers afford no amusement. Then again, harrier packs are of all degrees, from the perfection of the Blackmoor Vale, the Brookside, and some Devon or Welsh packs with unpronounceable names, down to the little scratch packs of six or seven couple kept among jovial farmers in out-of-the-way places, or for the amusement of Sheffield cutlers running afoot. The ...
— A New Illustrated Edition of J. S. Rarey's Art of Taming Horses • J. S. Rarey
... among her grounds upon the beginning of the slope of Mount Royal which lifts its foliage-foaming crest above it like an immense surge just about to break and bury the grey halls, the verdant Campus and the lovely secluded corner of brookside park. It owes its foundation to a public-spirited gentleman merchant of other days, the Honorable James McGill, whose portrait, in queue and ruffles, is brought forth in state at Founder's Festival, and who in the days of the Honorable Hudson's ...
— The Young Seigneur - Or, Nation-Making • Wilfrid Chateauclair |
