The paintings in the chapel wear thy looks, The Canticles are changed to sarabands, And with the leaned doctors of the schools I see thee dance cachuchas.
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
From all the country round these birds were brought, By order of the town, with anxious quest, And, loosened from their wicker prisons, sought In woods and fields the places they loved best, Singing loud Canticles, which many thought Were satires to the authorities addressed, While others, listening in green lanes, averred Such lovely music never had been heard!
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Under pretence of managing an income for the singers, they suppress half the stanzas of Canticles and hymns, and substitute, to vary the pleasure, the tiresome divagations of an organ.
"En Route"
J.-K. (Joris-Karl) Huysmans