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In dew of roses, steeping | In dew of roses, steeping | ||
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; | |||
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 | |||
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.
- CPDL #15001: NoteWorthy Composer
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2007-09-11). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 37 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Original key, for SSAT.
- Possible error(s) identified. See the discussion page for full description.
General Information
Title: In dew of roses
Composer: Thomas Morley
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SSAT
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1594
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
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.