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  • noun A small brook.

from The Century Dictionary.

  • noun A small brook.

from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English.

  • noun A small brook.

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  • noun A little brook.

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  • noun a small brook


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brook + -let


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  • And, for Jerry, most delightful of all, there was the gurgle and plash of a brooklet that pursued its invisible way over mossy stones under a garmenture of tender and delicate ferns.


  • His walks were devoted to the most solitary recesses among the neighbouring woods and hills — his fishing-rod was often left behind him, or carried merely as an apology for sauntering slowly by the banks of some little brooklet — and his success so indifferent, that Meg said the piper of

    Saint Ronan's Well

  • He built a fire by a brooklet beyond the willows, boiled the eggs and toasted the bread and made the tea, with cream ready in a jar.

    Our Mr. Wrenn

  • They heard the gurgling of the full brooklet hurrying down the hill, and the faint twittering of the early birds.

    Adam Bede

  • You have heard the wood-dove calling in the lone stillness of the summertime; you have found the unheeded brooklet singing and babbling where no ear comes to hear.

    Jennie Gerhardt

  • Gentle splashing announced the nearby water source and, after a final jump through small bushes, we reached the brooklet.

    8. Classification of roughing filters

  • First time the road crossed a stream, there was proof it was the right road: a covered bridge stood over that little one-jump brooklet.

    Prentice Alvin

  • Thus the Tomingans, Tommie and Jim, stood in armor of proof scarcely an arm's length from Yellow Castle's heavy steel door and burned it down into a brooklet of molten metal.

    Masters Of The Vortex

  • I do not believe that nature herself ever made anything so lovely as this artificial brooklet.

    The Shirley Letters from California Mines in 1851-52

  • A simple ballad awakens a quiet pleasure, while the magnificent symphonies of Beethoven or Mozart fill the soul with a rapture with which the former feeling is no more to be compared than the brooklet with the ocean; for the latter is inexpressibly nearer to its heavenly model.

    The Continental Monthly, Vol III, Issue VI, June, 1863 Devoted to Literature and National Policy


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