Charles Dickens

(7 February 1812 – 9 June 1870 / Landport, Portsea)

Comments about Charles Dickens

  • Rookie Paul Kids (3/19/2014 12:50:00 PM)

    He was the author of a Christmas Carol! And in this case he's a poet!

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  • Rookie Paul Kids (3/19/2014 12:49:00 PM)

    Ok? This is actually a good poet!

  • Rookie Sponge Bob (12/7/2011 3:49:00 PM)

    he doesnt have alot of poems! ! im working on a project and he is the poet im using! ! stupid charles dickens shoulda made more poems! ! >: (
    -SPONGE BOB

    p.s. jessica says hi: D

  • Rookie Sponge Bob (12/7/2011 3:49:00 PM)

    he doesnt have alot of poems! ! im working on a project and he is the poet im using! ! stupid charles dickens shoulda made more poems! ! >: (
    -SPONGE BOB

    p.s. jessica says hi: D

  • Rookie Sponge Bob (12/7/2011 3:48:00 PM)

    he doesnt have alot of poems! ! im working on a project and he is the poet im using! ! stupid charles dickens shoulda made more poems! ! >: (
    -SPONGE BOB

    p.s. jessica says hi: D

  • Rookie Sponge Bob (12/7/2011 3:48:00 PM)

    he doesnt have alot of poems! ! im working on a project and he is the poet im using! ! stupid charles dickens shoulda made more poems! ! >: (
    -SPONGE BOB

    p.s. jessica says hi: D

  • Rookie Sponge Bob (12/7/2011 3:48:00 PM)

    he doesnt have alot of poems! ! im working on a project and he is the poet im using! ! stupid charles dickens shoulda made more poems! ! >: (
    -SPONGE BOB

    p.s. jessica says hi: D

Best Poem of Charles Dickens

A Child's Hymn

Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father,
Ere I lay me down to sleep;
Bid Thy angels, pure and holy,
Round my bed their vigil keep.

My sins are heavy, but Thy mercy
Far outweighs them, every one;
Down before Thy cross I cast them,
Trusting in Thy help alone.

Keep me through this night of peril
Underneath its boundless shade;
Take me to Thy rest, I pray Thee,
When my pilgrimage is made.

None shall measure out Thy patience
By the span of human thought;
None shall bound the tender mercies
Which Thy Holy Son has bought.

Pardon all my past ...

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Little Nell's Funeral

And now the bell, - the bell
She had so often heard by night and day
And listened to with solemn pleasure,
E'en as a living voice, -
Rung its remorseless toll for her,
So young, so beautiful, so good.

Decrepit age, and vigorous life,
And blooming youth, and helpless infancy,

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