Note 14 — Zhukovsky.
John Bowring translation
Lead me, O Malvina! to the sound of my woods—to the roar of my mountain-streams.—War of Caros.
As the falling brook to the ear of the hunter descending from his storm-covered hill; in a sun-beam rolls the echoing stream.—Cathlin of Clutha.
It is like the bursting of a stream in the desert, when it comes between its echoing rocks to the blasted field of the sun.—Temora. Gray streams leap down from the rocks.—Ibid.