| Anna Seward - 1811 - 512 páginas
...dearest friend. SACKED TO THE MEMORY OF JOHN SAVILLE, Forty-eight years Vicar-choral of this church, [e died August the 2d, 1803, aged sixty-seven. ONCE in...tears for others' want and woe, For others' joy the gratnlating glow ; And skill to mark, and eloquence to claim For genius in each art the palm of fame.... | |
| John Chappel Woodhouse - 1818 - 118 páginas
...memory of John Saville, 48 years Vicar Choral of this Cathedral* Ob: August! 2ndo, 1803, jEta» : 67. Once in the heart, cold in yon narrow cell, Did each...glow; And skill to mark, and eloquence to claim For genins in each art, the palm of fame. Ye choral walls, ye lost the matchless pong. When the last silence... | |
| John Chappel Woodhouse - 1865 - 118 páginas
...memory of John Saville, 48 years Vica. Choral to this Cathedral, Ob : Augusti 2ndo, 1803, ^Etas : 67. Once in the heart, cold in yon narrow cell, Did each...genius in each art, the palm of fame. Ye choral walls, ye lost the matchless song. When the last silence stiffen'd on that tongueAh, who may now your pealing... | |
| Thomas Sedgwick Whalley - 1863 - 534 páginas
...OF JOHN SAVILLE, 7OBTT-E1OHT TEARS VICAR-CHORAL OF THIS CATHEDRAL. Ob. Ang"1 2ndo, 1803; ^ta". 67. Once in the heart, cold in yon narrow cell, Did each...aid, kind tears for others' want and woe, For others' joys the gratnlating glow And skill to mark, and eloquence to claim For genius in each art the palm... | |
| Thomas Sedgewick Whalley - 1863 - 542 páginas
...OF JOHN SAVILLE, JFORTY-EIGHT YEARS V1CAR-CHORAL OF THIS CATHEDRAL. Ob. Aug" 2ndo, 1803; Mtaf. 67. Once in the heart, cold in yon narrow cell, Did each...aid, kind tears for others' want and woe, For others' joys the gratulating glow And skill to mark, and eloquence to claim For genius in each art the palm... | |
| Edward Verrall Lucas - 1907 - 440 páginas
...TO THE MEMORY OP JOHN SAVILLE, Forty-eight years Vicar-choral of this church. He died August the zd, 1803, aged sixty-seven. ONCE in the heart, cold in...song, When the last silence stiffen'd on that tongue I Ah ! who may now your pealing anthems raise, In soul-pour'd tones of fervent prayer and praise ?... | |
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