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*{{NewWork|2014-05-07}} {{CPDLno|31878}} [ | *{{NewWork|2014-05-07}} {{CPDLno|31878}} [http://www.cpdl.org/brianrussell/733.pdf {{pdf}}] [http://www.cpdl.org/brianrussell/733.mid {{mid}}] [http://www.cpdl.org/brianrussell/733.nwc NoteWorthy Composer] | ||
{{Editor|Brian Russell|2014-05-07}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|7|}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | {{Editor|Brian Russell|2014-05-07}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|7|}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | ||
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'''Description:''' From ''[[Musica Transalpina]].'' | '''Description:''' Part 2 of {{NoComp|I was full near my fall|Alfonso Ferrabosco I}}. From ''[[Musica Transalpina]].'' | ||
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==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
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<poem> | |||
But as the bird that in due time espying | |||
The secret snare and deadly bush enlimed, | |||
Quick to the heav'n doth mount with song and pleasure, | |||
Trains of false looks and faithless words defying, | |||
Mounting the hill so hard for to be climbed, | |||
I sing for joy of liberty the treasure. | |||
</poem> | |||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Renaissance music]] | [[Category:Renaissance music]] | ||
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CPDL #31878:
NoteWorthy Composer
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2014-05-07). Score information: Letter, 7 pages Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: But as the bird
Composer: Alfonso Ferrabosco I
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 6vv Voicing: SAATTB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
Description: Part 2 of I was full near my fall. From Musica Transalpina.
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
But as the bird that in due time espying
The secret snare and deadly bush enlimed,
Quick to the heav'n doth mount with song and pleasure,
Trains of false looks and faithless words defying,
Mounting the hill so hard for to be climbed,
I sing for joy of liberty the treasure.