1 A great wind rises, and the summer is gone in a moment.
2 But it was a summer night, fortunately, and fine weather.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 13. THE SEQUEL OF MY RESOLUTION 3 Here I sit at the desk again, on a drowsy summer afternoon.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 7. MY 'FIRST HALF' AT SALEM HOUSE 4 They seem little more than a summer day and a winter evening.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 43. ANOTHER RETROSPECT 5 It is a summer evening, down in a green hollow, at the corner of a wall.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 18. A RETROSPECT 6 My wishes is, sir, as it shall look, day and night, winter and summer, as it has always looked, since she fust know'd it.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 32. THE BEGINNING OF A LONG JOURNEY 7 Among my boys, this summer holiday time, I see an old man making giant kites, and gazing at them in the air, with a delight for which there are no words.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 64. A LAST RETROSPECT 8 When I think of it, the picture always rises in my mind, of a summer evening, the boys at play in the churchyard, and I sitting on my bed, reading as if for life.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 4. I FALL INTO DISGRACE 9 In a breath, the river that flows through our Sunday walks is sparkling in the summer sun, is ruffled by the winter wind, or thickened with drifting heaps of ice.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 43. ANOTHER RETROSPECT 10 When we go out to the door, the Bearers and their load are in the garden; and they move before us down the path, and past the elms, and through the gate, and into the churchyard, where I have so often heard the birds sing on a summer morning.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 9. I HAVE A MEMORABLE BIRTHDAY 11 I got some breakfast on the Heath, and walked back to Doctors' Commons, along the watered roads and through a pleasant smell of summer flowers, growing in gardens and carried into town on hucksters' heads, intent on this first effort to meet our altered circumstances.
12 When I walked alone in the fine weather, and thought of the summer days when all the air had been filled with my boyish enchantment, I did miss something of the realization of my dreams; but I thought it was a softened glory of the Past, which nothing could have thrown upon the present time.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 44. OUR HOUSEKEEPING