 | Washington Irving - 1820 - عدد الصفحات: 364
...!— the grave ! — It buries every error — covers every defect — extinguishes every resentment ! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 424
...— the grave ! — It buries every error — covers every defect — extinguishes every resentment ! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should... | |
 | 1826 - عدد الصفحات: 432
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 | 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 394
...— the grave ! — It buries every errour — covers every defect — extinguishes every resentment. From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave even of an enemy, -and not feel a compunctuous throb, that he should... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 360
...grave'! — It buries every errour' — covers every defect' — extinguishes every resentment'! — From its peaceful bosom spring none 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... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 320
...— the grave ! — It buries every error — covers every defect — extinguishes every resentment ! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should... | |
 | 1835 - عدد الصفحات: 704
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 | 1835 - عدد الصفحات: 398
...the grave! the grave! It buries every error—covers every defect—extinguishes every resentment. From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave, even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb that ever he... | |
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No, there is a voice from the tomb sweeter 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 error, covers every defect, extinguishes every resentment ! From... 
