Helen Cameron: from grub to butterfly, by the author of 'Mary Stanley'.

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Chapman and Hall, 1872

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Page 234 - Hath seal'd thee for herself; for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing ; A man, that Fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks : and blest are those, Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger To sound what stop she please.
Page 62 - What lady's that which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight? SERVANT. I know not, sir. ROMEO. O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright. It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand...
Page 210 - Let the righteous smite me ; it shall be a kindness : and let him reprove me ; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.
Page 208 - Paul to be honourable among all men : and therefore is not by any to be enterprised, nor taken in hand, unadvisedly, lightly, or wantonly, to satisfy men's carnal lusts and appetites, like brute beasts that have no understanding; but reverently, discreetly, advisedly, soberly, and in the fear of God; duly considering the causes for which Matrimony was ordained.
Page 267 - That it should come to this! But two months dead - nay, not so much, not two So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Page 287 - ... this my son was dead and is alive again, "was lost and is found.
Page 262 - Behold, the hour cometh, yea, is now come, that ye shall be scattered every man to his own, and shall leave me alone : and yet I am not alone, for the Father is with me.
Page 273 - ... a terror to evil-doers, and a praise to them that do well.
Page 270 - At Merlin's feet the wily Vivien lay. The wily Vivien stole from Arthur's court : She hated all the knights, and heard in thought Their lavish comment when her name was named. For once, when Arthur walking all alone, Vext at a rumour rife about the Queen, Had met her, Vivien, being greeted fair, Would fain have wrought upon...

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