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- CPDL #16840:
MIDI and NoteWorthy Composer 2.
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2008-05-07). Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Files listed alphabetically by nationality and composer. Some composers have separate pages available from their country of origin page.
General Information
Title: Lend your eares to my sorrow good people
Composer: John Dowland
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Lute
Published: 1603
Description: No. XI from The Third and Last Booke of Songs or Aires (1603)
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Original text and translations
English text
Lend your ears to my sorrow
Good people that have any pity:
For no eyes will I borrow
Mine own shall grace, my doleful ditty
Chant then my voice though rude like to my rhyming,
And tell forth my grief which here in sad dispair
Can find no ease of tormenting.
Once I lived, once I knew delight,
No grief did shadow then my pleasure
Graced with love, cheered with Beauty's sight,
I joyed alone true heavenly treasure,
O what a Heaven is love firmly embraced,
Such power alone can fix delight
In Fortune's bosom ever placed.
Cold as ice frozen is that heart,
Where thought of love could no time enter,
Such of life reap the poorest part
Whose weight cleaves to this earthly center,
Mutual joys in hearts truly united
Do earth to heavenly state convert
Like heaven still in itself de lighted.