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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It was pretty late in the autumn oi the year, when the deelining
sun, struggling through the mist which had obscured it all day,
looked brightly down upon a little Wiltshire village, within an easy
journey of the fair old town of Salisbury.
Like a sudden flash of memory or spirit kindling up the mind of
an old man, it shed a glory upon the scene, in which its departed
youth and freshness seemed to live again. The wet grass sparkled
in the light; the scanty patches of verdure in the hedges—where a
few green twigs yet stood together bravely, resisting to the last the
tyranny of nipping winds and early frosts—took heart and brighte-
ned up; the stream which had been dull and sullen all day long,
broke out into a cheerful smile; the birds began to chirp and twit-
ter on the naked boughs, as though the hopeful creatures half be-
lieved that winter had gone by, and spring had come already. The
vane upon the tapering spire of the old church glistened from its
lofty station in sympathy with the general gladness; and from the
ivy-shaded windows such gleams of light shone back upon the glo-
wing sky, that it seemed as if the quiet building were the hoarding-
place of twenty summers, and all their ruddiness and warmth were
stored within.
Even those tokens of the season which emphatically whispered of
the coming winter, graced the landscape, and, for the moment, tin-
ged its livelier features with no oppressive air of sadness. The
fallen leaves, with which the ground was strewn, gave forth a plea-
sant fragrance, and subduing all harsh sounds of distant feet and
wheels, created a repose in gentle unison with the light scattering
of seed hither and thither by the distant husbandman, and with
the noiseless passage of the plough as it turned up the rich brown
earth, and wrought a graceful pattern in the stubbled fields. On
the motionless branches of some trees, autumn berries hung like
clusters of coral beads, as in those fabled orchards where the fruits
were jewels ; others, stripped of all their garniture, stood, each the
centre of its little heap of bright red leaves, watching their slow
decay; others again, still wearing theirs, had them all crunched
and crackled up, as though they had been burnt; about the stems