A little group of thatched cottages in the middle of the village had an orchard attached; and I remember well the peculiar purity of the blue sky seen through the white clusters of apple blossom in spring. I remember being… — A. L. Rowse Copy Share Image
I do not wish to die- There is such contingent beauty in life: The open window on summer mornings Looking out on gardens and green things growing, The shadowy cups of roses flowering to themselves- Images of time and eternity-… — A. L. Rowse Copy Share Image
A little group of thatched cottages in the middle of the village had an orchard attached; and I remember well the peculiar purity of… — A. L. Rowse Copy Share Image
“When you consider the superstitions and the imaginings of the old Cornish country-folk up to my grandmother's day, how their lives were swaddled in… — A. L. Rowse Copy Share Image
I would never wound a cat's feelings, no matter how downright aggressive I might be to humans. — A. L. Rowse Copy Share Image
I do not wish to die- There is such contingent beauty in life: The open window on summer mornings Looking out on gardens and… — A. L. Rowse Copy Share Image
Bound as our lives are to the tyranny of time, it is through what we know of history that we are delivered from our… — A. L. Rowse Copy Share Image
If there is any honor in all the world that I should like, it would be to be an honorary Jewish citizen. — A. L. Rowse Copy Share Image
History is a great deal closer to poetry than is generally realised: in truth, I think, it is in essence the same. — A. L. Rowse Copy Share Image
