...than song. There is a remembrance of the dead to which we turn even from the charms of the living. Oh the grave !— the grave ! — It buries every...down upon the grave even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should ever have wafred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering...

...than song. There is a remembrance of the dead to which we turn even from the charms of the living. Oh the grave ! — the grave ! — It buries every...down upon the grave even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering...

...than song. There is a remembrance of the dead to which we turn even from the charms of the living. Oh the grave ! — the grave! — it buries every...down upon the grave even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldermg...

...than song. There is a remembrance of the dead to which we turn even from the charms of the living. Oh the grave ! — the grave ! — it buries every...down upon the grave even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering...

...charms for ever ; And then in solitude and blight are left — ELIZA dear, forget it never ! STANZAS. ' Oh the grave !— the grave !— It buries every error—...covers every defect —extinguishes every resentment !" " Sketch Boot." I. COLD Grave ! methinks, 'twere sweet, to rest Within thy lone but peaceful breast...

...than song. There is a remembrance of the dead to which we turn even from the charms of the living. Oh the grave ! — the grave ! — It buries every...every resentment ! From its peaceful bosom spring none butfond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave even of an enemy, and not...

...turn even from the charms of the living. Oh the grave ! — the grave ! — It buries every errour — covers every defect — extinguishes every resentment....an enemy, -and not feel a compunctuous throb, that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering before him ! But the...

...than song. There is a remembrance of the dead to which we turn even from the charms of the living. Oh, the grave ! — the grave ! — It buries every...down upon the grave even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering...

...even from the charms of the living-'. Oh, the grave'! — the grave'! — It buries every errour' — covers every defect' — extinguishes every resentment'!...but fond regrets and tender recollections'. Who can kick down upon the grave even of an enemy', and not feel a^lmpunctious throb', that he should ever...

...of the living. Oh the grave! the grave! It buries every error—covers every defect—extinguishes every resentment. From its peaceful bosom spring none...down upon the grave, even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb that ever he should have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering...