Rooks County

Famous quotes containing the words rooks and/or county:

    To-night the winds begin to rise
    And roar from yonder dropping day:
    The last red leaf is whirl’d away,
    The rooks are blown about the skies;

    The forest crack’d, the waters curl’d,
    The cattle huddled on the lea;
    Alfred Tennyson (1809–1892)

    Hold hard, my county darlings, for a hawk descends,
    Golden Glamorgan straightens, to the falling birds.
    Your sport is summer as the spring runs angrily.
    Dylan Thomas (1914–1953)