1 They seem little more than a summer day and a winter evening.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 43. ANOTHER RETROSPECT 2 We are playing in the winter twilight, dancing about the parlour.
3 It was now winter again; and the fresh, cold windy day, and the sweeping downland, brightened up my hopes a little.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 39. WICKFIELD AND HEEP 4 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 5 We walked, that winter evening, in the fields together; and the blessed calm within us seemed to be partaken by the frosty air.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 62. A LIGHT SHINES ON MY WAY 6 He must have a piece of flannel in his house this winter, and I shouldn't wonder if he came out quite fresh again, with the flowers in the spring.
7 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 8 Here is my aunt, in stronger spectacles, an old woman of four-score years and more, but upright yet, and a steady walker of six miles at a stretch in winter weather.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 64. A LAST RETROSPECT 9 It was with a singular jumble of sadness and pleasure that I used to linger about my native place, until the reddening winter sun admonished me that it was time to start on my returning walk.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 22. SOME OLD SCENES, AND SOME NEW PEOPLE 10 Lunch succeeded to our sight-seeing, and the short winter day wore away so fast, that it was dusk when the stage-coach stopped with us at an old brick house at Highgate on the summit of the hill.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 20. STEERFORTH'S HOME 11 I imagined how the winds of winter would howl round it, how the cold rain would beat upon the window-glass, how the moon would make ghosts on the walls of the empty rooms, watching their solitude all night.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 17. SOMEBODY TURNS UP 12 It was not long, before I had almost as many friends in the valley as in Yarmouth: and when I left it, before the winter set in, for Geneva, and came back in the spring, their cordial greetings had a homely sound to me, although they were not conveyed in English words.