1 I saw the door move, and the snow drift in.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 40. THE WANDERER 2 I still saw the snow drifting in; but nothing else was there.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 40. THE WANDERER 3 The wind had gone down with the light, and so the snow had come on.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 40. THE WANDERER 4 There had been snow, some hours before; and it lay, not deep, but hard-frozen on the ground.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 62. A LIGHT SHINES ON MY WAY 5 He shook the snow from his hat and clothes, and brushed it away from his face, while I was inwardly making these remarks.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 40. THE WANDERER 6 Everything seemed, to my imagination, to be hushed in reverence for him, as he resumed his solitary journey through the snow.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 40. THE WANDERER 7 I came into the valley, as the evening sun was shining on the remote heights of snow, that closed it in, like eternal clouds.
8 Above these, were range upon range of craggy steeps, grey rock, bright ice, and smooth verdure-specks of pasture, all gradually blending with the crowning snow.
9 Now, the Common where I walk with Dora is all in bloom, a field of bright gold; and now the unseen heather lies in mounds and bunches underneath a covering of snow.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 43. ANOTHER RETROSPECT 10 I had found sublimity and wonder in the dread heights and precipices, in the roaring torrents, and the wastes of ice and snow; but as yet, they had taught me nothing else.
11 On the steps of the church, there was the stooping figure of a man, who had put down some burden on the smooth snow, to adjust it; my seeing the face, and my seeing him, were simultaneous.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 40. THE WANDERER 12 There could not well be more ink splashed about it, if it had been roofless from its first construction, and the skies had rained, snowed, hailed, and blown ink through the varying seasons of the year.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 5. I AM SENT AWAY FROM HOME 13 I had been thinking of it, sweeping over those mountain wastes of snow in Switzerland, then inaccessible to any human foot; and had been speculating which was the lonelier, those solitary regions, or a deserted ocean.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 62. A LIGHT SHINES ON MY WAY