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.
Charles Dickens (1812 - 1870)
Source: Pickwick Papers.
Contributed by: Zaady
'If the law supposes that,' said Mr. Bumble . . . 'the law is a ass, a idiot.'
Source: Oliver Twist,
My life is one demd horrid grind.
Source: Nicholas Nickleby.
Not to put too fine a point upon it.
Source: Bleak House.
What is the odds so long as the fire of soul is kindled at the taper of conwiviality, and the wing of friendship never moults a feather!
Source: The Old Curiosity Shop,
I wants to make your flesh creep.
I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free. Mankind will surely not deny to Harold Skimpole what it concedes to the butterflies!
Source: Bleak House
Eccentricities of genius.
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.
Source: A Tale of Two Cities
It is a melancholy truth that even great men have their poor relations.
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