Charles Dickens ( 10 of 80 )
Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship;
and pass the rosy wine.
Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship;
and pass the rosy wine.
Mrs. Crupp had indignantly assured him that there wasn't room to
swing a cat there; but as Mr. Dick read more
Mrs. Crupp had indignantly assured him that there wasn't room to
swing a cat there; but as Mr. Dick justly observed to me, sitting
down on the foot of the bed, nursing his leg, "You know,
Trotwood, I don't want to swing a cat. I never do swing a cat.
Therefore what does that signify to me?"
The next time you go out to a smoking party, young feller, fill
your pipe with that 'ere reflection.
The next time you go out to a smoking party, young feller, fill
your pipe with that 'ere reflection.
A friendly swarry, consisting of a boiled leg of mutton with the
usual trimmings.
A friendly swarry, consisting of a boiled leg of mutton with the
usual trimmings.
"There are strings," said Mr. Tappertit, ". . . in the human heart
that had better not be wibrated."
"There are strings," said Mr. Tappertit, ". . . in the human heart
that had better not be wibrated."
Secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.
Secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.
This is a world of action, and not for moping and droning in.
This is a world of action, and not for moping and droning in.
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.
Jobling, there are chords in the human mind.
Jobling, there are chords in the human mind.
I have known him [Micawber] come home to supper with a flood of
tears, and a declaration that nothing read more
I have known him [Micawber] come home to supper with a flood of
tears, and a declaration that nothing was now left but a jail;
and go to bed making a calculation of the expense of putting
bow-windows to the house, "in case anything turned up," which was
his favorite expression.
