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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winter, wliich, visits with so mild a change that intoxicating dime.
The roar of the world without was borne but in faint and indistinct
murmnrings to liis ear. He learned only imperfectly, and with
many contradictions, the news which broke like a thunderbolt over
Italy, that the singular and aspiring man—himself a revolution—
who had excited the interest of all Europe, the brightest hopes of
the enthusiastic, the profusest adulation of the great, the deepest
terror of the despot, the wildest aspirations of all free spirits, had
been suddenly stricken from his state, his name branded and his
head proscribed.
It was a bright, oppressive, sultry morning, when a solitary horse-
man was seen winding that unequalled road, from whose height,
amidst fig-trees, vines, and olives, the traveller beholds gradually J
break upon his gaze the enchanting valley of the Arno, and the spires
and domes of Florence. But not with the traveller's customary eye
of admiration and delight passed that solitary horseman, and not
upon the usual activity, and mirth, and animation of the Tuscan life,
broke that noon-day sun. All was silent, void, and hushed; and
even in the light of heaven there seemed a sicklied and ghastly glare.
The cottages by the roadside were some shut up and closed, some
open, but seemingly inraateless. The plough stood still, the distaff
plied not: horse and man had a dreary holiday. There was a darker
curse upon the land than the curse of Cain ! Now and then a single »
figure, usually clad in the gloomy robe of a friar, crossed the road,
lifting towards the traveller a livid and amazed stare, and then hur-
ried on, and vanished beneath some roof, whence issued a faint and
dying moan, which but for the exceeding stillness around could
scarcely have pierced the threshold. As the traveller neared the
city, the scene became less solitary, yet more dread. There might
be seen carts and litters, thick awnings wrapped closely round them,
containing those who sought safety in flight, forgetful that the
Plague was every-where! And while these gloomy vehicles, con-
ducted by horses, gaunt, shadowy skeletons, crawling heavily along,
passed by, like hearses of the dead, sometimes a cry burst the si.