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.
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Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: Obr. 5818
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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of your heart and greatness of your sentiments. Why
would you lose the substance of glory by seeking the
shadow? Your eloquence had the same fault as your
manners: it was too affected.
Pliny the Younger. I have too high a respect for you,
uncle, to question your judgment either of my life or my
writings. They might botli have been better, if I had not
been too solicitous to render them perfect. But it is not
for me to say much on that subject; permit me therefore
to return to the subject, on which we began our conver-
sation. What a direful calamity was the eruption of Ve-
suvius, which you have now been describing. Don't you
remember the beauty of that charming coast and of the
mountain itself, before it was broken and torn with the
violence of those sudden fires, that forced their way through
it and carried desolation and ruin over all the neighbouring
country? The foot of it was covered with cornfields and
rich meadows, interspersed with line villas and magnificent
towns, the sides of it were clothed with the best vines in
Italy, producing the richest and noblest wines. How quick,
how unexpected, how dreadful was the change! All was
at once overwhelmed with ashes, and cinders, and fiery
torrents, presenting to the eye the most dismal scene of horror
and destruction.
Pliny the Elder. You paint it very truly. — But has it
never occurred to your mind, that this change is an emblem
of that which must happen by the natural course of things,
to every rich, luxurious state? While the inhabitants of
it are sunk in voluptuousness, while all is smiling around
them, and they tliink, that no evil, no danger is nigh, the
seeds of destruction are fermenting within, till, breaking
out on a sudden, they lay waste all their opulence, all their
delights, and leave them a sad monument of that fatal effect
of internal tempests and convulsions.