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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
 
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<poem>
Bellissima Mirtilla,
Bellissima Mirtilla,
Tu di luce avanz’ il Sol
Tu di luce avanz’ il Sol
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Innanzi a te humil anco s’atterra
Innanzi a te humil anco s’atterra
Pietà chiedendo Amor.
Pietà chiedendo Amor.
Fa, la, la…
Fa, la, la…}}
</poem>


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Editor: Gerd Eichler (submitted 2012-06-01).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 59 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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Editor: John D. Smith (submitted 2004-02-20).   Score information: A4, 2 pages   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: Bellissima Mirtilla
Composer: Giovanni Gastoldi

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

Published:

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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

Bellissima Mirtilla,
Tu di luce avanz’ il Sol
E con un raggio sol
Accendi mille cor
Chi sempre mai del foco tuo sfavilla
Può viver liet’ ogn’ hor.
Fa, la, la…

Co’ tuo leggiadri squardi
Fa hor viver, hor morir;
Ne alcun si può schermir
Dal grande tuo valor:
Chi vuol fuggir hà sempre i passi tardi.
E parte tutto ardor.
Fa, la, la…

Beltà celeste in terra
In te scorge occhi mortal;
Ne odor spirano egual
Al tuo di Maggio i fior
Innanzi a te humil anco s’atterra
Pietà chiedendo Amor.
Fa, la, la…