Maxioms by Charles Dickens
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far read more
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.
Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green,
That creepeth o'er ruins old!
Of right choice food read more
Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green,
That creepeth o'er ruins old!
Of right choice food are his meals I ween,
In his cell so lone and cold.
. . . .
Creeping where no life is seen,
A rare old plant is the ivy green.
If the parks be "the lungs of London" we wonder what Greenwich
Fair is--a periodical breaking out, we suppose--a read more
If the parks be "the lungs of London" we wonder what Greenwich
Fair is--a periodical breaking out, we suppose--a sort of spring
rash.
Jobling, there are chords in the human mind.
Jobling, there are chords in the human mind.
