Titel: First English reading book: Engelsch leesboek voor instituten, gymnasiën en hoogere burgerscholen: met Nederlandsche woordenlijst
Auteur: Herrig, Ludwig
Uitgave: Arnhem: J. Voltelen, 1869 *
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Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: IWO 513 H 21
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Leesvaardigheid, Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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resemblance of this scenery to that of the
extensive parks of noblemen which they
have been accustomed to admire in the
Old World; the lawn, the avenue, the grove,
the copse, which are there produced by
art, are here produced by nature; a splen-
did specimen of massy architecture, and
the distant view of villages, are alone want-
ing to render the similitude complete.
James Hall.
These are the gardens of the desert, these
The unshoi-n fields, boundless and beauti-
ful, [name, —
For which the speech of England has no
The Prairies. I behold them for the first.
And my heart swells, while the dilated
Takes in the encircling vastness. Lo! they
In airy undulations, far away,
As if the ocean, in his gentlest swell,
Stood still, with all his rounded billows
And motionless for ever. Motionless? —
No — they are all unchained again. The
Sweep over with their shadows, and, beneath,
The surface rolls and fluctuates to the eye;
Dark hollows seem to glide along, and
The sunny ridges. ' * '
Man hath no part in all this glorious work:
The Hand that built the firmament hath
And smoothed these verdant swells, and
sown their slopes
With herbage, planted them with island
groves, [ting floor
And hedged them round with forests. Fit-
For this magnificent temple of the sky —
With Aowers whose glory and whose mul-
titude [ens
Kival the constellations! The great heav-
Seem to stoop down upon the scene in
love, —
A nearer vault, and of a tenderer blue.
Than that which bends above the eastern
hills. Bryant.
This amazing fall of water is made by
the river St. Laurence, in its passage from
lake Erie into the lake Ontario. The St.
Laurence is one of the largest rivers in
the world; and yet the whole of its waters
is discharged in this place, by a fall of a
hundred and fifty feet perpendicular. It is
not easy to bring the imagination to cor-
respond to the greatness of the scene. A
river extremely deep and rapid, and that
serves to drain the waters of almost all
North America into the Atlantic Ocean, is
here poured precipitately down a ledge of
rocks, that rises, like a wall, across the
whole bed of its stream. The river, a
little above, is near three quarters of a
mile broad; and the rocks, where it grows
narrower, are four hundred yards over.
Their direction is not straight across, but
hollowing inwards like a horse-shoe: so
that the cataract, which bends to the shape
of the obstacle, rounding inwards, presents
a kind of theatre the most tremendous in
nature. Just in the middle of this circular
wall of waters, a little island, that has
braved the fury of the current, presents
one of its points, and divides the stream
at top into two parts; but they unite again
long before they reach the bottom.
The noise of the fall is heard at the
distance of several leagues; and the fury
of the waters, at the termination of their
fall, is inconceivable. The dashing pro-
duces a mist that rises to the very clouds,
and which forms a most beautiful rainbow;
when the sun shines. It will be readily
supposed, that such a cataract entirely de-
stroys the navigation of the stream; and yet
some Indians in their canoes, as it is said,
have ventured down it with safetv.
River! River! little River!
Bright you sparkle on your way,
O'er the yellow pebbles dancing,
Through the flowers and foliage glancing,
Like a child at play.
River! River! swelling River!
On you rush o'er rough and smooth —
Louder, faster, brawling, leaping
Over rocks, by rose-banks sweeping,
Like impetuous youth.
River! River! brimming River!
Broad and deep and still as Time,
Seeming still — yet still in motion.
Tending onward to the ocean,
Just like mortal prime.
River! River! rapid River!
Swifter now you slip away;
Swift and silent as an arrow,
Through a channel dark and narrow,
Like hfe's closing day.