Up to a hill anon his steps he reared, From whose high top to ken the prospect round, If cottage were in view, sheep-cote, or herd; But cottage, herd, or sheep-cote, none he saw-- Only in a bottom saw a pleasant grove, With chaunt
of tuneful birds resounding loud.
When the bachelor had given her in connection with almost every tomb and flat grave-stone some history of its own, he took her down into the old crypt, now a mere dull vault, and showed her how it had been lighted up in the time of the monks, and how, amid lamps depending from the roof, and swinging censers exhaling scented odours, and habits glittering with gold and silver, and pictures, and precious stuffs, and jewels all flashing and glistening through the low arches, the chaunt
of aged voices had been many a time heard there, at midnight, in old days, while hooded figures knelt and prayed around, and told their rosaries of beads.
Bucket receives the harmonious impeachment so modestly, confessing how that he did once chaunt
a little, for the expression of the feelings of his own bosom, and with no presumptuous idea of entertaining his friends, that he is asked to sing.
We do not with sufficient plainness or sufficient profoundness address ourselves to life, nor dare we chaunt
our own times and social circumstance.
It has a ghostly sound too, lingering within the altar; where it seems to chaunt
, in its wild way, of Wrong and Murder done, and false Gods worshipped, in defiance of the Tables of the Law, which look so fair and smooth, but are so flawed and broken.
He describes his musical communion: "I entered with soothing awe the lighted chancel, and listened to the solemn religious chaunt
, which spoke peace and hope to the unhappy.
See John Banim, Chaunt
of the Cholera--Songs for Ireland, (London: James Cochrane, 1831), pp.