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
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
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
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
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
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
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
A blight had fallen on the trees and shrubs; and the wind, at length beginning to break the unnatural stillness that had… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The evening wind made such a disturbance just now, among some tall old elm-trees at the bottom of the garden, that neither… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
On summer evenings, when every flower, and tree, and bird, might have better addressed my soft young heart, I have in my… — 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
Train up a fig tree in the way it should go, and when you are old sit under the shade of it. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
On the motionless branches of some trees, autumn berries hung like clusters of coral beads, as in those fabled orchards where the… — 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
Now I am in the garden at the back . . . a very preserve of butterflies as I remember it, with… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The earth covered with a sable pall as for the burial of yesterday; the clumps of dark trees, its giant plumes of… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“To be shelterless and alone in the open country, hearing the wind moan and watching for day through the whole long weary… — 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
“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
