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- Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2019-12-08). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 83 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score. Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download.
General Information
Title: Oft have I stood at eve
Composer: John Clarke-Whitfeld
Lyricist: James Hurdis
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Glee
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1798 in Eight glees, Op. 4
Description: Published 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.
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Original text and translations
English text
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.