He lowered the window, and looked out at the rising sun. There was a ridge of ploughed land, with a plough upon… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The night crept on apace, the moon went down, the stars grew pale and dim, and morning, cold as they, slowly approached.… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
If an enthusiastic, ardent, and ambitious man marry a wife on whose name there is a stain, which, though it originate in… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
... Waiter! raw beef-steak for the gentleman's eye,-nothing like raw beef-steak for a bruise, sir; cold lamp-post very good, but lamp-post inconvenient-damned… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Day was breaking at Plashwater Weir Mill Lock. Stars were yet visible, but there was dull light in the east that was… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Miss Mills replied, on general principles, that the Cottage of content was better than the Palace of cold splendour, and that where… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It was very dark; but in the murky sky there were masses of cloud which shone with a lurid light, like monstrous… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
All I would say is, that I can go abroad without your family coming forward to favour me, - in short, with… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Recollections of the past and visions of the present come to bear me company; the meanest man to whom I have ever… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
A moment, and its glory was no more. The sun went down beneath the long dark lines of hill and cloud which… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
He wore a sprinkling of powder upon his head, as if to make himself look benevolent; but if that were his purpose,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Bleak, dark, and piercing cold, it was a night for the well-housed and fed to draw round the bright fire, and thank… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Not only is the day waning, but the year. The low sun is fiery and yet cold behind the monastery ruin, and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It was a cold hard easterly morning when he latched the garden gate and turned away. The light snowfall which had feathered… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The cold hoarfrost glistened on the tombstones, and sparkled like rows of gems, among the stone carvings of the old church. The… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I am at the moment deaf in the ears, hoarse in the throat, red in the nose, green in the gills, damp… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The night was dark, and a cold wind blew, driving the clouds, furiously and fast, before it. There was one black, gloomy… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
An unfinished coffin on black tressels, which stood in the middle of the shop, looked so gloomy and death-like that a cold… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The appearance presented by the streets of London an hour before sunrise, on a summer's morning, is most striking even to the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green, That creepeth o'er ruins old! Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Black are the brooding clouds and troubled the deep waters, when the Sea of Thought, first heaving from a calm, gives up… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Of all the ruinous and desolate places my uncle had ever beheld, this was the most so. It looked as if it… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“All other swindlers upon earth are nothing to the self-swindlers, and with such pretences did I cheat myself. Surely a curious thing. That I… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
... Arthur Gride, whose bleared eyes gloated only over the outward beauties, and were blind to the spirit which reigned within, evinced - a… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There can be no disparity in marriage like unsuitability of mind and purpose. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I have tried to resign myself, and to console myself; and that, I hope, I may have done imperfectly; but what I cannot firmly… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“The suspense: the fearful, acute suspense: of standing idly by while the life of one we dearly love, is trembling in the balance; the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Mrs. Joe was a very clean housekeeper, but had an exquisite art of making her cleanliness more uncomfortable and unacceptable than dirt itself.” — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“evening, they began to think that although he could never hope to be an Englishman, still it would be hard to visit that affliction… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Besides which, all that I could have said of the Story to any purpose, I had endeavoured to say in it.” — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“The wheels rolled on, and rolled down by the Monument, and by the Tower; and by the Docks; down by Ratcliffe, and by Rotherhithe;… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“The three customers pulled off their hats to Madame Defarge, with three flourishes. She acknowledged their homage by bending her head, and giving them… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
