The day was made for laziness, and lying on one's back in green places, and staring at the sky till its brightness… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Let me see you ride a donkey over my green again, and as sure as you have a head upon your shoulders,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The rich, sweet smell of the hayricks rose to his chamber window; the hundred perfumes of the little flower-garden beneath scented 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
When death strikes down the innocent and young, for every fragile form from which he lets the panting spirit free, a hundred… — 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 dew seemed to sparkle more brightly on the green leaves the air to rustle among them with a sweeter music and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Heaven above was blue, and earth beneath was green; the river glistened like a path of diamonds in the sun; the birds… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Fog everywhere. Fog up the river where it flows among green airs and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Huge knots of sea-weed hung upon the jagged and pointed stones, trembling in every breath of wind; and the green ivy clung… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The wide stare stared itself out for one while; the Sun went down in a red, green, golden glory; the stars came… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Upon the purple tree-tops far away, and on the green height near at hand up which the shades were slowly creeping, there… — 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
... 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
There can be no disparity in marriage like unsuitability of mind and purpose. — Charles Dickens Copy Share
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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“What a situation!' cried Miss Squeers; '...What is the reason that men fall in love with me, whether I like it or not, and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share
I admire machinery as much is any man, and am as thankful to it as any man can be for what it does for… — Charles Dickens Copy Share
“Mr. Pickwick was a philosopher, but philosophers are only men in armour, after all.” — Charles Dickens Copy Share
