James Beattie Quotes

At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove.

James Beattie

And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.

James Beattie

Ah! when shall it dawn on the night of the grave!

James Beattie

By the glare of false science betrayd, That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind.

James Beattie

But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn? Oh when shall it dawn on the night of the grave?

James Beattie

He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.

James Beattie

At the close of the day when the hamlet is still, And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When naught but the torrent is heard on the hill, And naught but the nightingales song in the grove.

James Beattie

Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime.

James Beattie

Zealous, yet modest; innocent, though free; Patient of toil, serene amidst alarms; Inflexible in faith, invincible in arms.

James Beattie

Ah, who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fames proud temple shines afar?

James Beattie

What is a law, if those who make it Become the forwardest to break it?

James Beattie

When squint-eyed Slander plies the unhallow'd tongue, From poison'd maw when Treason weaves his line, And Muse apostate (infamy to song!) Grovels, low muttering, at Sedition's shrine.

James Beattie

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