Ah, who can tell how hard it is to climb the steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar?
– James Beattie
And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
– James Beattie
And lo! In the dark east, expanded high, the rainbow brightens to the setting sun.
– 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 nightingale's song in the grove.
– James Beattie
Be ignorance thy choice, where knowledge leads to woe.
– James Beattie
By the glare of false science betrayed, that leads to bewilder and dazzles to blind.
– James Beattie
From labour health, from health contentment spring; contentment opes the source of every joy.
– James Beattie
He thought as a sage, though he felt like a man.
– James Beattie
How sweet the words of Truth, breathed from the lips of Love.
– James Beattie
In every age and every man there is something to praise as well as to blame.
– James Beattie
Inflexible in faith, invincible in arms.
– James Beattie
Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down, Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrewn, Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave; And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave!
– James Beattie
No jealousy their dawn of love overcast, nor blasted were their wedded days with strife; each season looked delightful as it past, to the fond husband and the faithful wife.
– James Beattie
Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime.
– James Beattie
Or merry swains, who quaff the nut-brown ale, and sing enamoured of the nut-brown maid.
– James Beattie
Some deemed him wondrous wise, and some believed him mad.