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Revision as of 13:53, 18 August 2016
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- Editor: Allen Garvin (submitted 2015-01-01). Score information: Letter, 7 pages, 175 kB Copyright: CC BY NC
- Edition notes: Parts and source available on IMSLP.
- Editor: Roberto Di Cecco (submitted 2003-08-26). Score information: A4, 8 pages, 118 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: written in original C clefs. The original website is not available any more, however this score remains available for downloading through archive.org (June 16, 2013).
General Information
Title: Sovente all'or che su gl'estivi ardori
Composer: Giaches de Wert
Lyricist: Torquato Tasso
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: SSATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella
Published:
Description: Text is from Gerusalemme liberata, Canto VII, 19-20
External websites:
Original text and translations
Italian text
Sovente all’or che su gl’estivi ardori
Giacean le pecorelle all’ombr’assise
Nella scorza de’ faggi e degl’allori
Segnò l’almato nom’ in mille guise
E de suoi strani ed infelici amori
Gl’aspri successi in mille piant’incise
E in rileggendo poi le proprie note
Rigò di belle lagrime le gote.
Poscia dicea piangendo: In voi serbate
Questa dolente istoria amiche piante
Perchè se fia ch’alle vostr’ombre grate
Giammai soggiorni alcun fedele amante
Senta svegliarsi al cor dolce pietate
Delle sventure mie sì varie e tante:
E dica: Ahi tropp’ in giust’empia mercede
Diè fortuna ed amore a sì gran fede!