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...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...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 ever...

...even from the charms of the living-'. Oh, the grave'! — the grave'! — It buries every errour' — covers every defect' — extinguishes every resentment'!...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 ever...

...of the dead to which we turn even from the charms of the living. Oh the grave !— the grave! — 1t buries every error — covers every defect — extinguishes...its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and lender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious...

...of the living. Oh 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 should...

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...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...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 ever...

...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...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 ever...

...charms of the living. Oh, the grave ! — it buries every sorrow — 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 ever...

...below.— .Ryan's William III. THE GRAVE. — Oh, the grave ! the grave ! It bruises every terror, covers' every defect, extinguishes every resentment....none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upoi the grave even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious tbrob that ever he should...