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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Charles Dickens Poems
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.
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!
The Ivy Green
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.
The Song Of The Wreck
The wind blew high, the waters raved, A ship drove on the land, A hundred human creatures saved
George Edmunds' Song
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around he here; Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
A fine Old English Gentleman
I'll sing you a new ballad, and I'll warrant it first-rate, Of the days of that old gentleman who had that old estate;
Gabriel's Grub Song
Brave lodgings for one, brave lodgings for one, A few feet of cold earth, when life is done; A stone at the head, a stone at the feet;
The Hymn Of The Wiltshire Laborers
O God! who by Thy prophet's hand Didst smite the rocky brake, Whence water came, at Thy
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,
Squire Norton's Song
The child and the old man sat alone In the quiet, peaceful shade Of the old green boughs, that had richly grown In the deep, thick forest glade.
Quotationsmore quotations »
''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).
''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).
''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).
''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.
''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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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 ...