| Washington Irving - 1822 - 424 sidor
...covers every defect — extinguishes every resentment ! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down...mouldering before him ! But the grave of those we loved — what a place for meditation ! There it is that we call up in long review the whole history of virtue... | |
| Washington Irving - 1820 - 364 sidor
...covers every defect — extinguishes every resentment ! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down...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... | |
| Washington Irving - 1824 - 804 sidor
...covers every defect — extinguishes every resentment ! From its peaceful bosom spring none butfond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down...mouldering before him ! But the grave of those we loved — what a place for meditation ! There it is that we call up in long review the whole history of virtue... | |
| 1826 - 436 sidor
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| 1828 - 394 sidor
...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 ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering... | |
| Washington Irving - 1829 - 522 sidor
...covers every defect — '•extinguishes every resentment ! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down...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... | |
| 1828 - 644 sidor
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| Washington Irving - 1831 - 518 sidor
...covers every defect — extinguishes every resentment ! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down...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... | |
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