A Quote by Washington Irving

It's a fair wind that blew men to ale. — © Washington Irving
It's a fair wind that blew men to ale.
I have fed purely upon ale; I have eat my ale, drank my ale, and I always sleep upon ale.
Good ale, the true and proper drink of Englishmen. He is not deserving of the name of Englishman who speaketh against ale, that is good ale.
A cold wind blew on the prairie on the day the last buffalo fell. A death wind for my people.
There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it's God's own wind none the less and a cleaner, better stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared.
Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
I had a world, and it slipped away from me. The War blew up more than the bodies of men....It blew ideas away.
It is plain and demonstrable, that much ale is not good for Yankee, and operates differently upon them from what it does upon a Briton; ale must be drank in a fog and a drizzle.
A sudden gust of rain blew over them and then another - as if small liquid clouds were bouncing along the land. Lightning entered the sea far off and the air blew full of crackling thunder. The table cloths blew around the pillars. They blew and blew and blew. The flags twisted around the red chairs like live things, the banners were ragged, the corners of the table tore off through the burbling billowing ends of the cloths.
Ah, only he who knows where he sails, knows what wind is good, and a fair wind for him.
I don't know, my music has always just come from where the wind blew me. Like where I'm at during a particular moment in time.
Once upon a time, the sky knew the weight of angel armies on the move, and the wind blew infernal with the fire of their wings.
Southward with fleet of ice Sailed the corsair Death; Wild and fast blew the blast, And the east-wind was his breath.
So when the blue smoke of brittle leaves was in the air and the wind blew the wet laundry stiff on the line I decided to come back home.
I won't let that night ruin you forever." But it did, it broke me into a million pieces and blew them away in the wind, like crumbled leaves.
The fair breeze blew, The white foam flew, And the forrow followed free. We were the first to ever burst into the silent sea.
We talked for hours. He talked and I listened. It was like wind and sunlight. It blew all the cobwebs away.
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