The genius of France, the soul of French history, hovers surely above the bridge at Amboise, amid the swallows. ... old houses, in and out amid the straight row of green trees, all the old-world figures of French nursery rhymes dance an unending farandole in a continual September. ... the Maid with her sabots passing through Lorraine, King Dagobert, Frere Jacques with his big bell, and how many more!
|Title||:||Studies in Arcady|
|Author||:||Richard Lawson Gales|