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
For a long time, no village girl would dress her hair or bosom with the sweetest flower from that field of death:… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
All through it, I have known myself to be quite undeserving. And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
And still I stood looking at the house, thinking how happy I should be if I lived there with her, and knowing… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
We still leave unblotted in the leaves of our statute book, for the reverence and admiration of successive ages, the just and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The American elite is almost beyond redemption. . . . Moral relativism has set in so deeply that the gilded classes have… — 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
"Some persons hold," he pursued, still hesitating, "that there is a wisdom of the Head, and that there is a wisdom of… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Oh Agnes, Oh my soul, so may thy face be by me when I close my life indeed; so may I, when… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
They whirled past the dark trees, as feathers would be swept before a hurricane. Houses, gates, churches, hay-stacks, objects of every kind… — 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
... still his philanthropy was of that gunpowderous sort that the difference between it and animosity was hard to determine. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I don't remember forms or faces now, but I know the girl was beautiful. I know she was; for in the bright… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Christmas may not bring a single thing; still, it gives me a song to sing. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Thus, it comes to pass, that a certain room in a certain old hall, where a certain bad lord, baronet, knight, or… — 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
He was a very young boy; quite a little child. His hair still hung in curls about his face, and his eyes… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It is one of those problems of human nature, which may be noted down, but not solved; - although Ralph felt no… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
At last, in the dead of the night, when the street was very still indeed, Little Dorrit laid the heavy head upon… — 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
