C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


The rising world of waters dark and deep.


  • Water its living strength first shows,
  • When obstacles its course oppose.
  • Goethe.

    Honest water, which ne’er left man in the mire.


    Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.


  • Water is the mother of the vine,
  • The nurse and fountain of fecundity,
  • The adorner and refresher of the world.
  • Chas. Mackay.

  • Here quench your thirst, and mark in me
  • An emblem of true charity;
  • Who, while my bounty I bestow,
  • Am neither seen, nor heard to flow.
  • Hone.

  • Water, water, everywhere,
  • And all the boards did shrink;
  • Water, water, everywhere,
  • Nor any drop to drink.
  • Coleridge.

  • Traverse the desert, and then ye can tell
  • What treasures exist in the cold deep well,
  • Sink in despair on the red parch’d earth,
  • And then ye may reckon what water is worth.
  • Miss Eliza Cook.

  • Till taught by pain,
  • Men really know not what good water’s worth:
  • If you had been in Turkey or in Spain,
  • Or with a famish’d boat’s crew had your berth,
  • Or in the desert heard the camel’s bell,
  • You’d wish yourself where truth is—in a well.
  • Byron.

  • ’Tis a little thing
  • To give a cup of water: yet its draught
  • Of cool refreshment, drain’d by feverish lips,
  • May give a thrill of pleasure to the frame
  • More exquisite than when nectarian juice
  • Renews the life of joy in happiest hours.
  • Thos. Noon Talfourd.

  • ’Tis rushing now adown the spout,
  • And gushing out below,
  • Half frantic in its joyousness,
  • And wild in eager flow.
  • The earth is dried and parched with heat,
  • And it hath long’d to be
  • Released from out the selfish cloud,
  • To cool the thirsty tree.
  • Elizabeth Oakes Smith.

  • How beautiful the water is!
  • To me ’tis wondrous fair—
  • No spot can ever lonely be
  • If water sparkle there:
  • It hath a thousand tongues of mirth,
  • Of grandeur, or delight,
  • And every heart is gladder made
  • When water greets the sight.
  • Mrs. E. Oakes Smith.

    A cup of cold Adam from the next purling stream.

    Tom Brown.

  • How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it,
  • As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips!
  • Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it,
  • The brightest that beauty or revelry sips.
  • Samuel Woodworth.

  • More water glideth by the mill
  • Than wots the miller of.
  • Shakespeare.

  • Smooth to the shelving brink, a copious flood
  • Rolls fair and placid, where collected all
  • In one impetuous torrent, down the steep
  • It thund’ring shoots, and shakes the country round.
  • At first an azure sheet it rushes broad,
  • Then whitening by degrees, as prone it falls,
  • And from the loud resounding rocks below,
  • Dash’d in a cloud of foam, it sends aloft
  • A hoary mist, and forms a ceaseless shower.
  • Nor even the torrid wave here finds repose,
  • But raging still amid the shaggy rocks,
  • Now flashes o’er the scatter’d fragments now
  • Aslant the hollow’d channel rapid darts,
  • And falling fast from gradual slope to slope,
  • With wild infracted course and lessen’d roar
  • It gains a safer bed, and steals at last
  • Along the mazes of the quiet vale.
  • Thomson.

  • The fall of waters! rapid as the light,
  • The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss;
  • The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss,
  • And boil in endless torture; while the sweat
  • Of their great agony, wrung out from this
  • Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet
  • That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set,
  • And mounts in spray the skies, the thence again
  • Returns in an unceasing shower, which round,
  • With its unemptied clouds of gentle rain,
  • Is an eternal April to the ground,
  • Making it all one emerald:—how profound
  • The gulf! and how the giant element
  • From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound,
  • Crushing the cliffs, which, downward worn and rent
  • With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent
  • To the broad column which rolls on.
  • Byron.