Mill River - Streams

Streams

in Canada
  • Mill River (Prince Edward Island)
in the United States
  • Mill River (Connecticut), in Cheshire, Hamden, and New Haven, Connecticut
  • Mill River (Fairfield, Connecticut), in the town of Fairfield, Connecticut
  • Mill River, in Stamford, Connecticut, part of the Rippowam River, north of downtown) in the downtown area of the city of Stamford, Connecticut
  • Mill River (Massachusetts – Rhode Island), stretching from Hopkinton, Massachusetts, to Woonsocket, Rhode Island
  • Mill River (Hadley, Massachusetts)
  • Mill River (Hatfield, Massachusetts)
  • Mill River (Northampton, Massachusetts)
  • Mill River (Springfield, Massachusetts)
  • Mill River (Taunton River), in the city of Taunton, Massachusetts
  • Mill River (Otter Creek), in Vermont crossed by Kingsley Covered Bridge
  • Mill River (Lake Champlain), in northern Vermont

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Famous quotes containing the word streams:

    “So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high
    Through the dear might of him that walk’d the waves,
    Where other groves and other streams along
    With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves
    And hears the unexpressive nuptial song
    In the bless’d kingdoms meek of joy and love.
    There entertain him all the saints above
    In solemn troops and sweet societies,
    That sing, and singing in their glory move,
    And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.”
    —John Milton (1608–1674)

    “It was a tangled and perplexing thicket, through which we stumbled and threaded our way, and when we had finished a mile of it, our starting-point seemed far away. We were glad that we had not got to walk to Bangor along the banks of this river, which would be a journey of more than a hundred miles. Think of the denseness of the forest, the fallen trees and rocks, the windings of the river, the streams emptying in, and the frequent swamps to be crossed. It made you shudder.”
    —Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    “Full many a glorious morning have I seen
    Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
    Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
    Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;”
    —William Shakespeare (1564–1616)