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John Clarke-Whitfeld
(1770 - 1836)
Oft have I stood at eve
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From Eight Glees, Op. 4. Published in 1798, when Clarke was Master of the Boys at the Chapel Royal, Dublin. Clarke's setting of this evocation of Oxford's bells sets the word Magdalen as three syllables.
Lyrics: James Hurdis
Oft have I stood at eve, on Isis' banks,
To hear the merry Christ Church bells ring round.
So have I sat too in thy honoured shade,
Distinguished Magdalen, on Cherwell's brink,
To hear thy silver Wolsey tones so sweet.
And so too have I paused, and held my oar,
And suffered the slow stream to bear me home,
No speed required while Wykeham's peal was up.
Oft have I stood at eve, on Isis' banks,
To hear the merry Christ Church bells ring round.
So have I sat too in thy honoured shade,
Distinguished Magdalen, on Cherwell's brink,
To hear thy silver Wolsey tones so sweet.
And so too have I paused, and held my oar,
And suffered the slow stream to bear me home,
No speed required while Wykeham's peal was up.