...is its sleep, And flow'rets perfume it with ether. FIRST VOICE. SECOND VOICE. How lovely, how lone the repose of the tomb ! No tempests are there : —...with his love, Or rests on the sod ; — while the turtles above, Repose on the bough that o'erhangs. FIRST VOICE. There darkness and dampness with poisonous...

...serves the fool toad for a bed, And snakes in its nettle weeds hiss. SECOND VOICE. How lovely, how sweet the repose of the tomb : No tempests are there: —...with his love, Or rests on the sod ; — while the turtles above, Repose on the bough that o'erhangs. FIRST VOICE. There darkness and dampness with poisonous...

...serves the foul toad for a bed, And snakes in its nettle-weeds hiss. SECOND VOICE. How lovely, how lone the repose of the tomb ! No tempests are there : —...with his love, Or rests on the sod ; — while the turtles above, Repose on the bough that o'erhangs. FIRST VOICE. There darkness and dampness with poisonous...

...abode : — 'tis the wolf*« dreary cave, • Plakalschitzii — women hired .to mourn touiA» corpse. Where they tear up the earth with their fangs. Second Voice. There the coney »t evening disport» with hi» love, Or rests on the sod ; — while the turtles above, — Repose...

...nettle-weeds hiss. Second Voice. How lovely, how sweet the repose of the tomb : No tempests are there :—hut the nightingales come, And sing their sweet chorus...disports with his love, Or rests on the sod ;—while the turtles above, Repose on the bough that o'erhangs. First Voice. There darkness and dampness with poisonous...

...serves the foul toad for a bed, And snakes in its nettle-weeds hiss. Second Voice. How lovely, how sweet the repose of the tomb : No tempests are there : — but the nightingales come, Aod sing their sweet chorus of bliss. First Voice. The ravens of night flap their wings o'er the grave...

...Voice. How lovely, how sweet the repose of the tomb : No tempests are there :— but the nightingale* come And sing their sweet chorus of bliss. First Voice....The ravens of night flap their wings o'er the grave : T" the vulture's abode:— 'tis the wolf's dreary cave. Where they tear up the earth with their fangs....

...snakes in its nettle-weeds hiss. SECOND VOICK. How lovely, how lone the repose of the tomb! Notempests are there — but the nightingales come And sing their sweet chorus of bliss. PIHIT VOICE* The ravens of night flap their wing» o'er the grave ; Tis the vulture's abode — 'ti*...

...serves the foul toad for a bed, And snakes in its nettle weeds hiss. Second Voice. How lovely, how sweet the repose of the tomb : No tempests are there : —...the earth with their fangs. Second Voice. There the cony* at evening disports with his love, Or rests on the sod ; — while the turtles above, Repose...

...serves the foul toad for a bed, And snakes in its nettle weeds hiss. Second Voice. How lovely, how sweet the repose of the tomb : No tempests are there : —...the grave : 'Tis the vulture's abode ; — 'tis the wolfs dreary care, Where they tear up the earth with their fangs. Second Voice. There the cony* at...