...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...poor handful of earth that lies mouldering before him ! But the grave of those we loved — what a place for meditation ! There it is that we call up in...

...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...feel a compunctious throb, that he should ever have wafred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering before him ! But the grave of those we loved...

...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...poor handful of earth that lies mouldering before him !' — p. 305. This is powerfully written j but the winding up is still better, where he contemplates...

...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...have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldermg before him!' — p. 305. This is powerfully written ; but the winding up is still better,...

...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 1" " Sketch Book." i. COLD Grave ! methinks, 'twere sweet, to rest Within thy Ipne but peaceful breast...

...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...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....down upon the grave even of an enemy, -and not feel a compunctuous throb, that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering...

...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...and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should sue* have warred with the poor handfull of earth that lies mouldering before him ? But the grave of...

...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...throb, that he should ever have warred with the poor handfull of earth that lies mouldering before him ? But the grave of those we loved — what a place...

...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...handful of earth that lies mouldering before him? But the grave of those we loved — what a place for meditation ! There it is that we call up in long...