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*{{NewWork|2014-05-07}} {{CPDLno|31875}} [ | *{{NewWork|2014-05-07}} {{CPDLno|31875}} [http://www.cpdl.org/brianrussell/730.pdf {{pdf}}] [http://www.cpdl.org/brianrussell/730.mid {{mid}}] [{{http://www.cpdl.org/brianrussell/730.nwc NoteWorthy Composer] | ||
{{Editor|Brian Russell|2014-05-07}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|9|}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | {{Editor|Brian Russell|2014-05-07}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|9|}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | ||
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So far from my delight what cares torment me, | |||
Fields do record it and valleys and woods and mountains, | |||
And running rivers and reposed fountains, | |||
Where I cry out, and to the heav'ns lament me | |||
None other sounds but tunes of my complaining. | |||
Nymph of the groves of pleasant birds once heareth | |||
Still recount I my grief and her disdaining | |||
To ev'ry plant that groweth or blossom beareth. | |||
</poem> | |||
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CPDL #31875: [{{http://www.cpdl.org/brianrussell/730.nwc NoteWorthy Composer]
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2014-05-07). Score information: Letter, 9 pages Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: So far from my delight
Composer: Alfonso Ferrabosco I
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 6vv Voicing: SSATTB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
Description: From Musica Transalpina
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
So far from my delight what cares torment me,
Fields do record it and valleys and woods and mountains,
And running rivers and reposed fountains,
Where I cry out, and to the heav'ns lament me
None other sounds but tunes of my complaining.
Nymph of the groves of pleasant birds once heareth
Still recount I my grief and her disdaining
To ev'ry plant that groweth or blossom beareth.