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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 303 |
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GEORGE FRANCIS SAVAGE-ARMSTRONG
(1845- )
GAY PROVENCE
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O
'ER Provence breathing, nimble air, Blown keen by dale and sea, Who throws the throbbing bosom bare And breathes himself in thee,
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Who feels thee clear on cheek and brows, And quaffs thee through the lips,
With love and light and music glows From foot to finger-tips.
in He lives a king, in court and hall,
'Mid wail of wildering lyres; A priest, by carven cloister-wall
Or dim cathedral-choirs;
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A knight, with airy lance in rest,
That rides in lonely vale ; A page, by queenly hand caressed,
By gate or vineyard-pale. |
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