...they part, Each with a grieved and anxious heart. END OF CANTO FOURTH. R ORE BY. CANTO FIFTH. L jL HE sultry summer day is done, The western hills have...follies o'er, Till Memory lends her light no more. n. The eve, that slow on upland fades, Has darker closed on Rokeby's glades, Where, sunk within their...

...Toller-hill ; Distant and high, the tower of Bowes Like steel upon the anvil glows ; And Stanemore's ridge, behind that lay, Rich with the spoils of parting...follies o'er, Till Memory lends her light no more. IL The eve, that slow on upland fades, Has darker closed on Rokeby's glades, Where, sunk within their...

...beauty when delineated by Mr. Scott. The mountain, fading in the twilight, is nobly imagined ;—it ' Slow resigns to darkening heaven, The tints which...follies o'er, Till Memory lends her light no more.' Wilfrid on his road from Barnard-Castle to Rokeby enjoys the beautiful picture as he passes. Surely,...

...refigns to dark'ning heaven, The tints which brighter hours had given; Thus aged men, full loth and flow, The vanities of life forego ; And count their youthful...follies o'er, Till Memory lends her light no more." P. 186. Even the night-fcenes of our poet are full of animation. " On Brignal's cliffs and Scargill-brake,...

...dark'ning heaven Tlie tints which brighter hours had given. T ¡ms aged mea full loth and slow The Taoiaes of life forego, And count their youthful follies o'er, Till Memory lends her light no more. II. The ere, that slow on upland fades, Hat darker closed on Hokeby's(i) glades, Where, sunk wilhin their banks...

...dark'ning heaven The tints which brighter hours had given. That aged men full loth and slow The nnities of life forego, And count their youthful follies o'er, Till Memory lends her ligbt no more. II. The eve, that slow on upland fades, MM darker closed on Rokeby's (i) gladn, Where,...

...This hasty purpose fix'd, they part, Each with a grieved and anxious heart. ilolirijti. CANTO FIFTH. THE sultry summer day is done, The western hills have...slow, The vanities of life forego, And count their youtliful follies o'er, Till Memory lends her light no more.* II. The eve, that slow on upland fades,...

...Stanemore'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...follies o'er, Till Memory lends her light no more. n. The eve, that slow on upland fades, Has darker closed on Rokeby's glades, Where, sunk within their...

...from the certainty that they are drawing near their close, for often, very often, is it that — " Aged men, full loth and slow, The vanities of life...forego ; And count their youthful follies o'er, Till mem'ry lends her light no more." Thoughts similar to these might float through the brain of the old...

...certainty that they are drawing near their close, for often, very often, is it that — " Aged men, ftill loth and slow, The vanities of life forego ; And count their youthful follies o'er, Till mem'ry lends her light no more." Thoughts similar to these might float through the brain of the old...