Rokeby Quotes

“Nor did I forget what is the natural pleasure of every man who has been a reader;… filling the shelves of a tolerably large library.”
― Walter Scott, Rokeby

“THE sultry summer day is done, The western hills have hid the sun, But mountain peak and village spire Retain reflection of his fire.

Old Barnard's towers are purple still, To those that gaze from Toller-hill; Distant and high, the tower of Bowes Like steel upon the anvil glows; And Stanmore's ridge, behind that lay, Rich with the spoils of parting day, In crimson and in gold array'd, Streaks yet a while the closing shade, Then slow resigns to darkening heaven The tints which brighter hours had given. Thus aged men, full loath and slow, The vanities of life forego,

And count their youthful follies o'er, Till Memory lends her light no more.”
― Walter Scott, Rokeby