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1 The ragged nests, so long deserted by the rooks, were gone; and the trees were lopped and topped out of their remembered shapes.
David CopperfieldBy Charles Dickens ContextHighlight In CHAPTER 22. SOME OLD SCENES, AND SOME NEW PEOPLE
2 But there I was; and soon I was at our house, where the bare old elm-trees wrung their many hands in the bleak wintry air, and shreds of the old rooks'-nests drifted away upon the wind.
David CopperfieldBy Charles Dickens ContextHighlight In CHAPTER 8. MY HOLIDAYS. ESPECIALLY ONE HAPPY AFTERNOON
3 And now I see the outside of our house, with the latticed bedroom-windows standing open to let in the sweet-smelling air, and the ragged old rooks'-nests still dangling in the elm-trees at the bottom of the front garden.
David CopperfieldBy Charles Dickens ContextHighlight In CHAPTER 2. I OBSERVE
4 I have associated it, ever since, with the sunny street of Canterbury, dozing as it were in the hot light; and with the sight of its old houses and gateways, and the stately, grey Cathedral, with the rooks sailing round the towers.
David CopperfieldBy Charles Dickens ContextHighlight In CHAPTER 13. THE SEQUEL OF MY RESOLUTION
5 The rooks were sailing about the cathedral towers; and the towers themselves, overlooking many a long unaltered mile of the rich country and its pleasant streams, were cutting the bright morning air, as if there were no such thing as change on earth.
David CopperfieldBy Charles Dickens ContextHighlight In CHAPTER 52. I ASSIST AT AN EXPLOSION
6 He had his old companions about him, too; for there were plenty of high trees in the neighbourhood, and two or three rooks were on the grass, looking after him, as if they had been written to about him by the Canterbury rooks, and were observing him closely in consequence.
David CopperfieldBy Charles Dickens ContextHighlight In CHAPTER 36. ENTHUSIASM
7 As the elms bent to one another, like giants who were whispering secrets, and after a few seconds of such repose, fell into a violent flurry, tossing their wild arms about, as if their late confidences were really too wicked for their peace of mind, some weatherbeaten ragged old rooks'-nests, burdening their higher branches, swung like wrecks upon a stormy sea.
David CopperfieldBy Charles Dickens ContextHighlight In CHAPTER 1. I AM BORN