Charles Dickens

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

Charles Dickens
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Charles John Huffam Dickens was an English novelist, generally considered the greatest of the Victorian period. Dickens enjoyed a wider popularity and fame than had any previous author during his lifetime, and he remains popular, having been responsible for some of English literature's most iconic novels and characters.

Many of his writings were originally published serially, in monthly instalments, a format of publication which Dickens himself helped popularise. Unlike other authors who completed novels before serialisation, Dickens often created the episodes as they were being serialised. The practice lent his stories a particular rhythm, punctuated by cliffhangers to keep the ... more »

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  • ''A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.''
    Charles Dickens (1812-1870), British novelist. A Tale of Two Cities, bk. 1, ch. 3 (1859).
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  • ''Along the Paris streets, the death-carts rumble, hollow and harsh. Six tumbrils carry the day's wine to La Guillotine.''
    Charles Dickens (1812-1870), British novelist. A Tale of Two Cities, Part 3, ch. 15 (1859).
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  • ''Three meals of thin gruel a day, with an onion twice a week, and half a roll on Saturdays.''
    Charles Dickens (1812-1870), British novelist. Oliver Twist, ch. 2, p. 11 (1838).
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  • ''There is a passion for hunting something deeply implanted in the human breast.''
    Charles Dickens (1812-1870), British novelist. Oliver Twist, ch. 10 (1838). Referring to chasing pickpockets.
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  • ''Dignity, and even holiness too, sometimes, are more questions of coat and waistcoat than some people imagine.''
    Charles Dickens (1812-1870), British novelist. Oliver Twist, ch. 37, p. 267 (1838).
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Best Poem of Charles Dickens

Lucy's Song

How beautiful at eventide
To see the twilight shadows pale,
Steal o'er the landscape, far and wide,
O'er stream and meadow, mound and dale!

How soft is Nature's calm repose
When ev'ning skies their cool dews weep:
The gentlest wind more gently blows,
As if to soothe her in her sleep!

The gay morn breaks,
Mists roll away,
All Nature awakes
To glorious day.
In my breast alone
Dark shadows remain;
The peace it has known
It can never regain.

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