A marble slab against the south wall is believed to be the resting place of "Bishop John the Chanter" (1186-91).
"Exeter" by Sidney Heath
To Mr. Jones Chaplin and Chanter my Surveying Books and Instruments.
"English Book Collectors" by William Younger Fletcher
This chanter was a boy, and he sang out his hymn is a sort of loud melancholy recitative.
"The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 2" by George Gordon Byron
He began to vest himself; the chanter obsequiously asked for a live coal; the incense began to diffuse its fragrance.
"A Nobleman's Nest" by Ivan Turgenieff
Presently came more bullets, smashing his drones, his chanter, and his windbag, whereupon the splendid fellow had to give in.
"South Africa and the Transvaal War, Vol. 2 (of 6)" by Louis Creswicke
The four senior boys are called "Burgersh-chanters," and wear black cassocks of a peculiar shape.
"The Boy's Voice" by J. Spencer Curwen
Suddenly, a voice as of a distant choir of chanters arrested his ear.
"Sketches of Aboriginal Life" by V. V. Vide
Strange to say, she had a photograph taken by my husband, with the name Ralph Chanter on the back.
"Little Miss Joy" by Emma Marshall
The drone, which forms a continuous bass to the "chanter," was not an original character of the bagpipe, but appeared soon after the year 1300.
"Springtime and Other Essays" by Francis Darwin
Even the chanters laughed a little.
"Makers" by Cory Doctorow
Chanter of the Pollio, glorying
in the blissful years again to be,
Summers of the snakeless meadow,
unlaborious earth and oarless sea;
"To Virgil" by Alfred Lord Tennyson
You curious chanters of the wood,
That warble forth Dame Nature's lays,
Thinking your voices understood
By your weak accents; what's your praise
When Philomel her voice shall raise?
"Elizabeth Of Bohemia" by Sir Henry Wotton
Prophecy's minister, dolorous, sinister,
Hark to the raincrow! Incredible story!
For the clouds of fleece like banners in peace
Pine for the winds of glory. Cease,
Chanter of storm in the ancient peace!
"Prarie Storm Rune" by John Gneisenau Neihardt
The rain is the loudest and wildest
Of rains that ever fell;
And the winds like an army of chanters
Through the desolate pine-woods swell,
And hark! through the shout of the tempest,
The sound of the midnight bell.
"The Midnight Chime" by Emma Alice Browne
Helmer Alain Resnais is prepping "Aimer, boire et chanter," a comedy based on Alan Ayckbourn's play "Life of Riley," as his followup to the Cannes competition player "You Haven't Seen Anything Yet.
Pipe, Harp and Fiddle (based on Port na bPucai, Chanter's Song and Star of the County Down).
To emit the high shrill tone of the chanter.