meadow-brook

It is the Tillingbourne, here a stripling, and never much bigger for that matter; but here it is the meadow-brook in its ideal form.

Highways and Byways in Surrey Eric Parker 1912

There is a magical description of trout-fishing on a meadow-brook in ALICE LORRAINE.

Fisherman's Luck and Some Other Uncertain Things Henry Van Dyke 1892

The arrival of the Springtime, releasing the streams from their imprisonment of ice, and setting the trout to leaping in every meadow-brook and all along the curving reaches of the swift Lirrapaug, transferred this piscatorial contest from the region of discourse to the region of experiment.

Days Off And Other Digressions Henry Van Dyke 1892

Rhine, no larger than a meadow-brook, breaks forth from beneath a mountain of ice, which the Frost giants and blind old Hoder, the Winter-king, had built long years before; for they had vainly hoped that they might imprison the river at its fountain-head.

The Story of Siegfried James Baldwin 1883

He had seen many strange and stirring sights during his wanderings; and to her, whose young life lead hitherto flown along as peacefully as a meadow-brook, it seemed like a new and thrilling romance, with a living being in place of the printed page.

Southern Lights and Shadows William Dean Howells 1878

He heard the call of the crow from the hill, the melody of the bobolink along the meadow-brook; indeed, the birds of all sorts were astir, skimming along the ground or rising to the sky, keeping watch especially over the garden and the fruit-trees, carrying food to their nests, or teaching their young broods to fly and to chirp the songs of summer.

The Complete Project Gutenberg Writings of Charles Dudley Warner Charles Dudley Warner 1864

He heard the call of the crow from the hill, the melody of the bobolink along the meadow-brook; indeed, the birds of all sorts were astir, skimming along the ground or rising to the sky, keeping watch especially over the garden and the fruit-trees, carrying food to their nests, or teaching their young broods to fly and to chirp the songs of summer.

That Fortune Charles Dudley Warner 1864

"We thought perhaps he had gone to the Corners by the meadow-brook path.

A Busy Year at the Old Squire's 1887