Quotes
Quotes - Beattie
Changed to a lapwing by th' avenging god, He made the barren waste his lone abode, And oft on soaring pinions hover'd o'er The lofty palace then his own no more.
And none speaks false, when there in none to hear.
No jealousy their dawn of love o'ercast, Nor blasted were their wedded days with strife; Each season looked delightful as it past, To the fond husband and the faithful wife.
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.
And from the prayer of Want, and plaint of Woe, O never, never turn away their ear! Forlorn, in this bleak wilderness below, Ah! what were man, should Heaven refuse to hear!
And, lo! in the dark east, expanded high, The rainbow brightens to the setting Sun.
'Twas thus by the glare of false science betray'd, That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind.
How sweet the words of Truth, breath'd from the lips of Love.
Zealous, not modest.
