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
And the voices in the waves are always whispering to Florence, in their ceaseless murmuring, of love - of love, eternal and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
He was sailing over a boundless expanse of sea, with a blood-red sky above, and the angry waters, lashed into fury beneath,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
But the moon came slowly up in all her gentle glory, and the stars looked out, and through the small compass of… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Château and hut, stone face and dangling figure, the red stain on the stone floor, and the pure water in the village… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
[I]t seemed as if the streets were absorbed by the sky, and the night were all in the air. — 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
There was no wind; there was no passing shadow on the deep shade of the night; there was no noise. The city… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly… — 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
But, for all that, they had a very pleasant walk. The trees were bare of leaves, and the river was bare of… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There once was a child, and he strolled about a good deal, and thought of a number of things. He had a… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It was the beginning of a day in June; the deep blue sky unsullied by a cloud, and teeming with brilliant light.… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The clouds were flying fast, the wind was coming up in gusts, banging some neighboring shutters that had broken loose, twirling the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
"We will wait," answered little Alice, taking Nettie's hand in hers, and looking up to the sky, "we will wait - ever… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
And a beautiful world we live in, when it is possible, and when many other such things are possible, and not only… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Such is hope, heaven's own gift to struggling mortals, pervading, like some subtle essence from the skies, all things both good and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Repression is the only lasting philosophy. The dark deference of fear and slavery, my friend, will keep the dogs obedient to the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
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
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
Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than… — 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