Again driven away, your bitterest enemy shall
bring you back. But the strong limbs of France are not to be chained by
such a paltry yoke as you can put on her: you shall be a tyrant, but in
will only; and shall have a scepter, but to see it robbed from your hand."
"And pray, Sir Conjurer, who shall be the robber?" asked Monsieur the
Count d'Artois.
This I can not say, for here my dream ended. The fact is, I had fallen
asleep on one of the stone benches in the Avenue de Paris, and at this
instant was awakened by a whirling of carriages and a great clattering of
national guards, lancers, and outriders, in red. His Majesty, Louis
Philippe, was going to pay a visit to the palace; which contains several
pictures of his own glorious actions, and which has been dedicated, by
him, to all the glories of France.
Versailles in 1739
By Thomas Gray
[Footnote: From a letter to his friend West.]
What a huge heap of littleness! It is composed, as it were, of three
courts, all open to the eye at once, and gradually diminishing till you
come to the royal apartments, which on this side present but half a dozen
windows and a balcony.
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