First Love: A Novel, 3. köide

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Saunders & Otley, 1830

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Contents

I
1
II
6
III
15
IV
21
V
39
VI
48
VII
57
VIII
69
XXVII
236
XXVIII
251
XXIX
264
XXX
274
XXXI
283
XXXII
285
XXXIII
291
XXXIV
297

IX
85
X
104
XI
108
XII
118
XIII
133
XIV
146
XV
166
XVI
174
XVII
178
XVIII
184
XIX
189
XX
194
XXI
196
XXII
198
XXIII
200
XXIV
210
XXV
216
XXVI
232
XXXV
304
XXXVI
310
XXXVII
312
XXXVIII
320
XXXIX
335
XL
338
XLI
341
XLII
346
XLIII
351
XLIV
354
XLV
357
XLVI
362
XLVII
378
XLVIII
381
XLIX
392
L
405
LI
420
LII
424

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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 14 - I HEARD a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write, From henceforth blessed are the dead which die in the Lord : even so saith the Spirit ; for they rest from their labours.
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.

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