Titel: Hints and questions for the use of candidates, lower instruction English
Auteur: Hoog, W. de
Uitgave: Dordrecht: J.P. Revers, 1890 *
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Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: Obr. 4878
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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filled them with a dismal gloom. On every side, and far as the
eye could see into the heavy distance, tall chimneys, crowding on
each other, and presenting that endless repetition of the same dull,
ugly form, which is the horror of oppressive dreams, poured out
their plague of smoke, obscured the light, and made foul the
melancholy air. On mounds of ashes by the wayside, sheltered
only by a few rough boards, or rotten pent-house roofs, strange
engines spun and writhed like tortured creatures; clanking their
iron chains, shrieking in their rapid wiiirl from time to time as
though in torment unendurable, and making the ground tremble
with their agonies. Dismantled houses here and there appeared,
tottering to the earth, propped up by fragments of others that had
fallen down, unroofed, windowless, blackened, desolate, but yet
inhabited. Men, women, children, wan in their looks and ragged
in attire, tended the engines, fed their tributary fire, begged upon
the road, or scowled half-naked from the doorless houses. Then,
came more of the wrathful monsters, whose like they almost seemed
to be in their wildness and their untamed air, screeching and
turning round and round again; and still, before, behind, and to
the right and left, was the same interminable perspective of brick
towers, never ceasing in their black vomit, blasting all things living
or inanimate, shutting out the face of day, and closing in on all
these horrors with a dense dark cloud.
But, night-time in this dreadful spot 1 — night when the smoke
was changed to fire; when every chimney spirted up its flame:
and places, that had been dark vaults all day, now shone red-hot,
with figures moving to and fro within their blazing jaws, and calling
to one another with hoarse cries — night, when the noise of every
strange machine was aggravated by the darkness; when the people
near them looked wilder and more savage; when bands of unem-
ployed labourers paraded the roads, or clustered by torch-light
round their leaders, who told them, in stern language, of their
wrongs, and urged them on to frightful cries and threats; when
maddened men, armed with sword and firebrand, spurning the tears
and prayers of women who would restrain them, rushed forth on
errands of terror and destruction, to work no ruin half so surely as
their own — night, wiien caits carae rumbling by, filled with rude