 | Washington Irving - 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 424
...into pensive meditation on all that it was in the days of its loveliness — who would root out such a sorrow from the heart ? Though it may sometimes throw...which we turn even from the charms of the living. Oh the grave ! — the grave ! — It buries every error — covers every defect — extinguishes every... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1820 - عدد الصفحات: 364
...may sometimes throw a passing cloud over the bright hour of gayety; or spread a deeper sadness u 4 over the hour of gloom ; yet who would exchange it,...which we turn even from the charms of the living. Oh the grave !— the grave ! — It buries every error — covers every defect — extinguishes every... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 402
...into pensive meditation on all that it was in the days of its loveliness — who would root out such a sorrow from the heart ? Though it may sometimes throw...which we turn even from the charms of the living. Oh the grave ! — the grave ! — It buries every error— covers every defect — extinguishes every... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 804
...into pensive meditation on all that it was in the days of its loveliness — who would root out such a sorrow from the heart? Though it may sometimes throw...which we turn even from the charms of the living. Oh the grave ! — the grave ! — It buries every error — covers every defect — extinguishes every... | |
 | 1826 - عدد الصفحات: 436
[ عذرًا، محتوى هذه الصفحة مقيَّد ] | |
 | 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 394
...from the heart ? Though it may sometimes throw a passing cloud even over the bright hour of gayety ; or spread a deeper sadness over the hour of gloom...which we turn even from the charms of the living. Oh the grave ! — the grave ! — It buries every errour — covers every defect — extinguishes... | |
 | 1865 - عدد الصفحات: 424
[ عذرًا، محتوى هذه الصفحة مقيَّد ] | |
 | Washington Irving - 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 320
...into pensive meditation on all that it was in the days of its loveliness — who would root out such a sorrow from the heart? Though it may sometimes throw...which we turn even from the charms of the living. Oh, the grave ! — the grave ! — It buries every error — covers every defect — extinguishes... | |
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... who would root out such a sorrow from the heart ! Though it may sometimes throw a passing cloud over the bright hour of gaiety, or spread a deeper sadness over the hour of gloom, yet who would exchange it, even for the song of pleasure or the burst... 
