Son of the old moon-mountains African! Stream of the Pyramid and Crocodile! We call thee fruitful, and that very while A desert, fills our seeings inward span. KeatsSonnet. To the Nile.
The higher Nilus swells, The more it promises; as it ebbs, the seedsman Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain, And shortly comes the harvest. Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 7. L. 23.
Oer Egypts land of memory floods are level, And they are thine, O Nile! and well thou knowest The soul-sustaining airs and blasts of evil, And fruits, and poisons spring whereer thou flowest. ShelleySonnet. To the Nile.
Mysterious Flood,that through the silent sands Hast wandered, century on century, Watering the length of great Egyptian lands, Which were not, but for thee. Bayard TaylorTo the Nile.