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In dew of roses, steeping
In dew of roses, steeping
her lovely cheeks, Lycoris
Her lovely cheeks, Lycoris thus sat weeping.
thus sat weeping.
Ah Dorus false, that hast my heart bereft me,
 
Ah Dorus false,
that hast my heart bereft me,
and now unkind hast left me:
and now unkind hast left me:
 
Hear, alas hear, O hear me;
hear, alas hear O hear me;
Ay me, cannot my beauty move thee?
ay me, cannot my beauty move thee?
Pity then, pity me because I love thee.
Pity then, pity me because I love thee.
Ay me, thou scornst the more I pray thee,
Ay me, thou scornst the more I pray thee,
and this thou dost to slay me.
and this thou dost to slay me.
 
But do, then do kill me and vaunt thee.
But do, ah do, then do kill me and vaunt thee.
Yet my ghost still shall haunt thee.
Yet my ghost still shall haunt thee.
</poem>
</poem>

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Editor: Adrian Wall (submitted 2011-03-12).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 490 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Based on #15001. Transposed down a minor 3rd, for SSTB. Textual underlay adjusted.
Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2007-09-11).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 37 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: In dew of roses
Composer: Thomas Morley

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SSAT

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1594

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Original text and translations

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In dew of roses, steeping
Her lovely cheeks, Lycoris thus sat weeping.
Ah Dorus false, that hast my heart bereft me,
and now unkind hast left me:
Hear, alas hear, O hear me;
Ay me, cannot my beauty move thee?
Pity then, pity me because I love thee.
Ay me, thou scornst the more I pray thee,
and this thou dost to slay me.
But do, then do kill me and vaunt thee.
Yet my ghost still shall haunt thee.