Here, in the middle of Paris, they found a foretaste of the country.
This prayer is the commencement, the foretaste, of Contemplation.
There was frost on the grass that morning, a foretaste of winter in the sharp wind.
The quietness that came over me was like a foretaste of annihilation.
As it was, we had but a foretaste and an earnest of that bliss which it was in our power ...