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
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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On early Ridng.
How foolish they who lengthen
And slumber in the morning light!
How sweet, at early morning's rise.
To view the glories of the skies.
And mark with curious eye the sun
Prepare his radiant course to run!
Its fairest form then nature wears.
And clad in brightest green appears.
The sprighty lark, with artless lay,
Proclaims the entrance of the day.
How sweet to breathe the gale's per-
And feast the eyes with nature's
Along the dewy lawn to rove,
And hear the music of the grove;
Nor you, ye delicate and fair.
Neglect to taste the morning air;
This will your nerves with vigoiu-
Improve and heighten ev'ry grace,
Add to your breath a rich per-
And to your cheeks a fairer bloom.
With lustre teach your eyes to
And health and cheerfulness bestow.
Say, is there aught that can convey
An image of its transient stay?
'T is an hand's breadth;'t is a tale;
'T is a vessel under sail;
'T is a courser's straining steed;
'T is a shuttle in its speed;
'T is an eagle in its way,
Darting down upon its prey;
'T is an arrow in its flight.
Mocking the pursuer's sight;
'T is a vapour in the air;
'T is a whirlwind rushing there;
'T is a sliort-lived fading flower;
'T is a rainbow on a shower:
'Tis a momentary ray.
Smiling in a winter's day;
'T is a torrent's rapid stream;
'T is a shadow; 't is a dream;
'T is the closing watch at night.
Dying at approaching light;
'T is a landscape vainly gay;
Painted upon crumbling clay;
'T is a lamp that wastes its fire;
'T is a smoke that quick expire;
'T is a bubble; 't is a sigh:
Be prepared, 0 man! to die.
The common Lot.
Once, in the flight of ages past.
There lived a man, — and who was heP
Mortal! howe'er thy lot be cast,
That man rescmijled thee.