brooklets

Also, it's good to be able to get a little misty-eyed a tendency for me without worrying too much that I will have black brooklets running down my face.

Matchy Matchy Eyeshadow, No No PeaceBang 2006

Such young unfurrowed souls roll to meet each other like two velvet peaches that touch softly and are at rest; they mingle as easily as two brooklets that ask for nothing but to entwine themselves and ripple with ever - interlacing curves in the leafiest hiding-places.

Adam Bede 2004

These little brooklets came down from the range on our left, and the water was deliciously cool.

A Popular Account of Dr. Livingstone's Expedition to the Zambesi and Its Tributaries 2004

Winds, sweetened by their sweep over miles of ling and herbage, and spiced with the scents of the garden-flowers that like a zone of colour encircled him, kissed his lips, and stole therefrom his melodies, bearing them onwards to the haunts of the wild fowl, or letting them fall where brooklets from the hills sang their silvery songs.

Lancashire Idylls (1898) Marshall Mather

The contrast between them and the corresponding brooklets of Oxford, also a low-lying district, was very strongly marked.

The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. VIII, No. 355, October 16, 1886 Various

The brooklets were rushing and leaping on toward the sea.

The Child's World Third Reader Sarah Withers Hetty Browne

Here there wandered several little brooklets, and in the midst of the forest there was a lake, or rather a pond, from the middle of which rose a marble Triton, which perpetually spouted forth water from his shell.

The Cryptogram A Novel James De Mille

The children turned from their sport of sailing sticks and improvised boats down the trickling, artificial brooklets to take part in games of "Run, sheep, run" and "Hide-and-seek" over the rapidly softening turf.

A Son of the City A Story of Boy Life Herman Gastrell Seely

For some miles, too, the route was otherwise a difficult one -- hilly, and leading by two or three tedious crossings in single file over fords, where now were rushing turbid, swollen streams, gorging and overflowing their banks everywhere in the channels, which nine months out of the twelve give passage to innocent brooklets only, that the natives of these parts may cross barefoot without wetting an ankle.

The Continental Monthly, Vol. 6, No 4, August, 1864 Devoted To Literature And National Policy Various

Daylight is ringing with song-birds, and brooklets are crooning at night;

Leaves of Life For Daily Inspiration Margaret Bird Steinmetz