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Page 9 - The days of our age are threescore years and ten; and though men be so strong that they come to fourscore years: yet is their strength then but labour and sorrow; so soon passeth it away, and we are gone.
Page 8 - Behold, Thou hast made my days as it were a span long, and mine age is even as nothing in respect of Thee ; and verily every man living is altogether vanity. For man walketh in a vain shadow, and disquieteth himself in vain ; he heapeth up riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them. And now, Lord, what is my hope : truly my hope is even in Thee.
Page 433 - Antiquary,' the Fisherman's lamentation over his son. Can praise go higher ?"— Spectator. THE RIVALS. A Novel. By the Author of " The Collegians,
Page 433 - Octavo. Pp. 28.* SUSPIRIUM sanctorum ; or holy breathings : a series of morning and evening prayers. By a lady. [Lady Charlotte BURY.] [In two volumes.] New edition, enlarged. London : 183o.
Page 39 - Why hast thou told me, Hidallan, that my hero fell ? I might have hoped a little while his return ; I might have thought I saw him on the distant rock ; a tree might have deceived me with his appearance ; the wind of the hill might have been the sound of his horn in mine ear. O that I were on the banks of Carun ! that my tears might be warm on his cheek ! HIDALLAN.