Quote#Nature
'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more
Quote byJames Beattie · 1735–1803
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Hermit.
English (original)
'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more; I mourn, but you woodlands I mourn not for you! For spring is returning your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance and glittering with dew. Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn, Kind nature the embryo blossom shall save; But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn?
— James Beattie
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