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.
Accidents will occur in the best regulated families.
Accidents will occur in the best regulated families.
There is nothing good or evil save in the will.
There is nothing good or evil save in the will.
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.
Horatio looked handsomely miserable, like Hamlet slipping on a
piece of orange-peel.
Horatio looked handsomely miserable, like Hamlet slipping on a
piece of orange-peel.
Anyone who considers arithmetical methods of producing random
digits is, of course, in a state of sin.
Anyone who considers arithmetical methods of producing random
digits is, of course, in a state of sin.
"Wery good power o' suction, Sammy," said Mr. Weller the
elder. . . . "You'd ha' made an uncommon read more
"Wery good power o' suction, Sammy," said Mr. Weller the
elder. . . . "You'd ha' made an uncommon fine oyster, Sammy, if
you'd been born in that station o' life."
A person who can't pay, gets another person who can't pay, to guarantee that he can pay.
A person who can't pay, gets another person who can't pay, to guarantee that he can pay.
"Brooks of Sheffield": "'Somebody's sharp.' 'Who is?'" asked the
gentleman, laughing. I looked up quickly, being curious to know. read more
"Brooks of Sheffield": "'Somebody's sharp.' 'Who is?'" asked the
gentleman, laughing. I looked up quickly, being curious to know.
"Only Brooks of Sheffield," said Mr. Murdstone. I was glad to
find it was only Brooks of Sheffield; for at first I really
thought that it was I.
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.
