All is going on as it was wont. The waves are hoarse with repetition of their mystery; the dust lies piled upon… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The meagre lighthouse all in white, haunting the seaboard, as if it were the ghost of an edifice that had once had… — 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
At the great iron gate of the churchyard he stopped and looked in. He looked up at the high tower spectrally resisting… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Long may it remain in this mixed world a question not easy of decision, which is the more beautiful evidence of the… — 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
After tea, we discussed a variety of topics before the fire; and Mrs. Micawber was good enough to sing us (in a… — 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
