The Poetical Works of Anna Seward With Extracts from her Literary Correspondence. Edited by Walter Scott ... In Three Volumes |
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ON THE
SUDDEN DEATH
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CELEBRATED Mr NORRIS, of OXFORD,
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ON THE SUDDEN DEATH OF THE CELEBRATED Mr NORRIS, of OXFORD, BATCHELOR OF MUSIC.
Instant the mortal stroke the warbler smote!
Eternal silence seals the tuneful throat!
Ah, Norris, thine! whom Albion heard so long
Pour in impressive tones the hallow'd song,
With all thy Handel's glorious page inspires,
Pathos that melts, and energy that fires.
Eternal silence seals the tuneful throat!
Ah, Norris, thine! whom Albion heard so long
Pour in impressive tones the hallow'd song,
With all thy Handel's glorious page inspires,
Pathos that melts, and energy that fires.
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High o'er the numerous band we saw him late,
Saw choirs combin'd his graceful mandate wait;
And heard the too, too applicable lay
His drooping spirit's mild complaint convey
Of that injurious, that ungrateful sound,
Which the shock'd ear with ruthless force could wound,
For that his trembling nerves, oppress'd with pain,
Whelm'd in resistless tears one tender strain.
Saw choirs combin'd his graceful mandate wait;
And heard the too, too applicable lay
His drooping spirit's mild complaint convey
Of that injurious, that ungrateful sound,
Which the shock'd ear with ruthless force could wound,
For that his trembling nerves, oppress'd with pain,
Whelm'd in resistless tears one tender strain.
Oh, when that powerful voice, in peals of praise,
Led the loud chorus through the harmonic maze,
Breath'd the pathetic song, that on the breast
Religious awe, and contrite grief imprest,
How little we divin'd, who heard ere while
His full notes floating through the vaulted aisle,
That death's dark clouds around the minstrel hung,
That the sweet Swan his own sad requiem sung!
Led the loud chorus through the harmonic maze,
Breath'd the pathetic song, that on the breast
Religious awe, and contrite grief imprest,
How little we divin'd, who heard ere while
His full notes floating through the vaulted aisle,
That death's dark clouds around the minstrel hung,
That the sweet Swan his own sad requiem sung!
He died September the 3d, 1790, the week after he had conducted the Musical Festival, at Birmingham. He sung in the New Church in that town, “Thy rebuke hath broken his heart,” from the Messiah, with great feeling, after he had been treated with cruel disrespect by a part of his audience the preceding evening, who hissed, on a mistaken supposition that he was intoxicated, when they saw him so much oppressed by a song of parental woe, in Jeptha, that he was unable to finish it.
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