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The sun himself is weak when he first rises, and gathers strength and courage as the day gets on.

The sun himself is weak when he first rises, and gathers strength and courage as the day gets on.

Charles Dickens
Nature, Firsts, Sun
Charles Dickens (2009). “The Old Curiosity Shop”, p.294, Cosimo, Inc.

Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own.

Charles Dickens
Nature, Autumn, Giving
Charles Dickens (1870). “Novels”, p.165

It is not easy to walk alone in the country without musing upon something.

Charles Dickens
Country, Nature, Easy
Charles Dickens (1868). “Little Dorrit”, p.178, Kartindo.com

Up the two terrace flights of steps the rain ran wildly, and beat at the great door, like a swift messenger rousing those within;.

Charles Dickens
Nature, Rain, Doors
Charles Dickens (2016). “A Tale of Two Cities (Falcon Classics) [The 50 Best Classic Books Ever - # 24]”, p.232, Charles Dickens

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

Charles Dickens
Summer, Nature, Spring
Charles Dickens (2015). “Great Expectations: Classic English Literature”, p.394, 谷月社

On the motionless branches of some trees, autumn berries hung like clusters of coral beads, as in those fabled orchards where the fruits were jewels . . .

Charles Dickens
Nature, Autumn, Jewels
Charles Dickens (1867). “The Life and Adventures of Martin Chuzzlewit”, p.5

The night crept on apace, the moon went down, the stars grew pale and dim, and morning, cold as they, slowly approached. Then, from behind a distant hill, the noble sun rose up, driving the mists in phantom shapes before it, and clearing the earth of their ghostly forms till darkness came again.

Charles Dickens
Morning, Nature, Stars
Charles Dickens (1872). “A Cyclopedia of the Best Thoughts of Charles Dickens”, p.333

It was one of those hot, silent nights, when people sit at windows listening for the thunder which they know will shortly break; when they recall dismal tales of hurricanes and earthquakes; and of lonely travellers on open plains, and lonely ships at sea, struck by lightning.

Charles Dickens
Lonely, Nature, Night
Charles Dickens (2015). “Martin Chuzzlewit”, p.731, Booklassic

The flowers that sleep by night, opened their gentle eyes and turned them to the day. The light, creation's mind, was everywhere, and all things owned its power.

Charles Dickens
Nature, Flower, Sleep
Charles Dickens (1868). “The Old Curiosity Shop: And Reprinted Pieces”, p.70

There is something good in all weathers. If it doesn't happen to be good for my work today, it's good for some other man's today... and will come around for me tomorrow.

Charles Dickens
Nature, Attitude, Men

Huge knots of sea-weed hung upon the jagged and pointed stones, trembling in every breath of wind; and the green ivy clung mournfully round the dark and ruined battlements. Behind it rose the ancient castle, its towers roofless, and its massive walls crumbling away, but telling us proudly of its own might and strength, as when, seven hundred years ago, it rang with the clash of arms, or resounded with the noise of feasting and revelry.

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Weed, Nature, Wall
Charles Dickens (2016). “Charles Dickens: The Complete Christmas Novels & Tales (Illustrated): 30 Classics in One Volume: A Christmas Carol, The Battle of Life, The Chimes, Oliver Twist, Tom Tiddler's Ground, The Holly-Tree, Doctor Marigold, The Pickwick Papers, Great Expectations and more”, p.3653, e-artnow

If Natur has gifted a man with powers of argeyment, a man has a right to make the best of 'em, and has not a right to stand on false delicacy, and deny that he is so gifted; for that is a turning of his back on Natur, a flouting of her, a slighting of her precious caskets, and a proving of one's self to be a swine that isn't worth her scattering pearls before.

Charles Dickens
Nature, Men, Self
Charles Dickens (1849). “Barnaby Rudge ... With a frontispiece drawn by Hablot Knight Browne, etc”, p.6

The clouds were drifting over the moon at their giddiest speed, at one time wholly obscuring her, at another, suffering her to burst forth in full splendor and shed her light on all the objects around; anon, driving over her again, with increased velocity, and shrouding everything in darkness.

Charles Dickens
Nature, Moon, Clouds
Charles Dickens (1872). “Works”

Look round and round upon this bare bleak plain, and see even here, upon a winter's day, how beautiful the shadows are! Alas! It is the nature of their kind to be so. The loveliest things in life... are but shadows; and they come and go, and change and fade away, as rapidly as these.

Charles Dickens
Beautiful, Nature, Winter
Charles Dickens (1867). “The Life and Adventures of Martin Chuzzlewit”, p.125

I can see others in the sunlight; I can see our boats' crews and our athletic young men on the glistening water, or speckled with the moving lights of sunlit leaves; but I myself am always in the shadow looking on. Not unsympathetically, - God forbid! - but looking on alone, much as I looked at Sylvia from the shadows of the ruined house, or looked at the red gleam shining through the farmer's windows, and listened to the fall of dancing feet, when all the ruin was dark that night in the quadrangle.

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Nature, Moving, Fall
Charles Dickens (2014). “Hard Times (And Other Stories)”, p.595, Jazzybee Verlag

At last, in the dead of the night, when the street was very still indeed, Little Dorrit laid the heavy head upon her bosom, and soothed her to sleep. And thus she sat at the gate, as it were alone; looking up at the stars, and seeing the clouds pass over them in their wild flight-which was the dance at Little Dorrit's party.

Charles Dickens
Nature, Stars, Party
CHARLES DICKENS (1867). “LITTLE DORRIT”, p.110

Day was breaking at Plashwater Weir Mill Lock. Stars were yet visible, but there was dull light in the east that was not the light of night. The moon had gone down, and a mist crept along the banks of the river, seen through which the trees were the ghosts of trees, and the water was the ghost of water. This earth looked spectral, and so did the pale stars: while the cold eastern glare, expressionless as to heat or colour, with the eye of the firmament quenched, might have been likened to the stare of the dead.

Charles Dickens
Nature, Stars, Eye
Charles Dickens (1873). “A Cyclopedia of the Best Thoughts of Charles Dickens”, p.317

All is going on as it was wont. The waves are hoarse with repetition of their mystery; the dust lies piled upon the shore; the sea-birds soar and hover; the winds and clouds go forth upon their trackless flight; the white arms beckon, in the moonlight, to the invisible country far away.

Charles Dickens
Country, Nature, Lying
Charles Dickens (2015). “Dealings with the Firm of Dombey and Son: Wholesale, Retail and for Export”, p.652, Jester House Publishing via PublishDrive

There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches like dead garlands. Withered leaves crackled and snapped beneath his feet, as he crept softly on towards the house. The desolation of a winter night sat brooding on the earth, and in the sky. But, the red light came cheerily towards him from the windows; figures passed and repassed there; and the hum and murmur of voices greeted his ear sweetly.

Charles Dickens
Nature, Winter, Night
Charles Dickens (1867). “Charles Dickens's works. Charles Dickens ed. [18 vols. of a 21 vol. set. Wanting A child's history of England; Christmas stories; The mystery of Edwin Drood].”, p.184

When the moon shines very brilliantly, a solitude and stillness seem to proceed from her that influence even crowded places full of life.

Charles Dickens
Nature, Moon, Shining
Charles Dickens (1853). “Bleak house. [20 numbers in 19 monthly pts., orig. wrappers.].”, p.469

In this way they went on, and on, and on-in the language of the story-books-until at last the village lights appeared before them, and the church spire cast a long reflection on the graveyard grass; as if it were a dial (alas, the truest in the world!) marking, whatever light shone out of Heaven, the flight of days and weeks and years, by some new shadow on that solemn ground.

Charles Dickens
Nature, Book, Reflection
Charles Dickens (1872). “Works of Charles Dickens”, p.123

His gaze wandered from the windows to the stars, as if he would have read in them something that was hidden from him. Many of us would, if we could; but none of us so much as know our letters in the stars yet - or seem likely to do it, in this state of existence - and few languages can be read until their alphabets are mastered.

Charles Dickens
Nature, Stars, Letters
Charles Dickens (1871). “The Mystery of Edwin Drood and Other Pieces”, p.114

The wide stare stared itself out for one while; the Sun went down in a red, green, golden glory; the stars came out in the heavens, and the fire-flies mimicked them in the lower air, as men may feebly imitate the goodness of a better order of beings; the long dusty roads and the interminable plains were in repose-and so deep a hush was on the sea, that it scarcely whispered of the time when it shall give up its dead.

Charles Dickens
Nature, Stars, Giving Up
CHARLES DICKENS (1867). “LITTLE DORRIT”, p.10

When we came within sight of the sea, the waves on the horizon, caught at intervals above the rolling abyss, were like glimpses of another shore with towers and buildings.

Charles Dickens
Nature, Sight, Sea
Charles Dickens (1850). “Personal History, Adventures, Experience and Observations of David Copperfield the Younger”, p.253

It was a murky confusion — here and there blotted with a color like the color of the smoke from damp fuel — of flying clouds tossed up into most remarkable heaps, suggesting greater heights in the clouds than there were depths below them to the bottom of the deepest hollows in the earth, through which the wild moon seemed to plunge headlong, as if, in a dread disturbance of the laws of nature, she had lost her way and were frightened.

Charles Dickens
Nature, Moon, Clouds
Charles Dickens (1850). “The Personal History of David Copperfield0: In Three Volumes”, p.265

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