Boekgegevens
Titel: Nieuw Engelsch lees-, leer- en vertaalboek voor eerstbeginnenden
Auteur: Lagerwey, J.; Ludolph, L.J.C.
Uitgave: Gorinchem: J. Noorduyn en zoon, 1863
5e, verb. dr.
Auteursrechten: Zie auteursrechten
Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: Obr. 5818
URL: http://schoolmuseum.uba.uva.nl/bookid/LCSM_201183
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
Bekijk als:      
Scan: Afbeeldinggrootte:
   Nieuw Engelsch lees-, leer- en vertaalboek voor eerstbeginnenden
Vorige scan Volgende scanScanned page
184
2.
In that same hour and hall,
The fingers of a hand
Came forth against the wall.
And wrote as if on sand:
The fingers of a man; —
A solitary hand
Along the letters ran,
And traced them like a wand.
3.
The monarch saw, and shook,
And bade no more rejoice;
All bloodless wax'd his look,
And tremulous his voice.
"Let the men of lore appear,
The wisest of the earth ,
And expound the words of fear.
Which mar our royal mirth."
"Belshazzar's grave is made,
His kingdom pass'd away;
He, in the balance weigh'd.
Is light and worthless claj'.
4.
Chaldea's seers are good.
But here they have no skill;
And the unknown letters stood
Untold and awful still.
And Babel's men of age
Are wise and deep in lore ;
But now they were not sage.
They saw — but knew no more.
5.
A captive in the land,
A stranger and a youth.
He heard the king's command.
He saw that writing's truth.
The lamps around were bright,
The prophecy in view;
He read it on that night, —
The morrow proved it true.
6.
The shroud, his robe of state,
His canopy, the stone;
The Mede is at his gate!
The Persian on his throne!"
Lokd Bykon.
The dying Christian to Ms Soul.
1.
Vital spark of heav'nly flame!
Quit, oh quit this mortal frame:
Trembling, hoping , ling'ring ,
flying;
Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife.
And let me languish into life.
2.
Hark! they whisper; angels say:
"Sister Spirit, come away,"
What is this absorbs me quite,
Steals my senses, shuts my sight.
Drowns my spirits, draws my
breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death ?