Charles Dickens Quotes
The rich, sweet smell of the hayricks rose to his chamber window; the hundred perfumes of the little flower-garden beneath scented the air around; the deep-green meadows shone in the morning dew that glistened on every leaf as it trembled in the gentle air: and the birds sang as if every sparkling drop were a fountain of inspiration to them. 
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The sergeant was describing a military life. It was all drinking, he said, except that there were frequent intervals of eating and love making.
- Charles Dickens
