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- (Posted 2020-06-02) CPDL #58962:
- Editor: Pothárn Imre (submitted 2020-06-02). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 118 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Transcribed from 1571 Gardano print. Original key (chiavi naturali) and note values. Italian spelling modernised. Alto in transposed violin clef.
General Information
Title: Schiet'arbuscel
Composer: Cipriano de Rore
Lyricist: Bartolommeo Ferrinocreate page
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1557 in Il secondo libro de madrigali a quatro voci, no. 3
Description:
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Original text and translations
Italian text
Schiet'arbuscel di cui ramo né foglia
Non mosser mai gli ardenti miei sospiri,
E di cui sempre ovunque l'aura spiri
Sento l'odor ch'a lagrimar m'invoglia
S'un giorno a l'ombra tua sì accesa voglia
Temprar potessi e sì caldi desiri,
Dolce le pene mie, dolci i martiri,
Dolce saria ogni mal, dolce ogni doglia.
Ma poi che ria fortuna mi disdice
Stanco posar sotto i bei verdi rami
Ch'in mezzo del mio cor han la radice,
Convien ch'io arda e mi lamenti e brami
Finir la vita misera infelice,
In tale stella presi l'esca e gli ami.