Donna da vostri sguardi (Luca Marenzio)
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- (Posted 2020-05-14) CPDL #58575:
- Editor: Marcos Mato (submitted 2020-05-14). Score information: A4, 1 page, 31 kB Copyright: Public Domain
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- (Posted 2017-05-27) CPDL #44725: (Finale 2012)
- Editor: André Vierendeels (submitted 2017-05-27). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 51 kB Copyright: CPDL
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- (Posted 2017-02-02) CPDL #42926:
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2017-02-02). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 36 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Reformatting of #15971, with corrections.
- (Posted 2008-02-14) CPDL #15971:
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2008-02-14). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 19 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: NoteWorthy Composer file may be viewed and printed with NoteWorthy Composer Viewer.
- Possible error(s) identified. See the discussion page for full description.
- (Posted 2000-06-06) CPDL #00897:
- Editor: Marco Giuliani (submitted 2000-06-06). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 70 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: #1 from Primo Libro delle Villanelle. ZIP file content (.MUS) doesn't open in Finale.
General Information
Title: Donna da vostri sguardi
Composer: Luca Marenzio
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: SAB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1584 in Il primo libro delle villanelle a tre voci, no. 1
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Original text and translations
Italian text
Donna, da vostri sguardi
Escon pungenti dardi
E da begl'occhi amor prende diletto,
Di trafiggermi ognor con essi il petto.
E s’io le belle chiome
Vengo a mirar, ahi come
Da duro laccio, anzi catene forte
Stringer mi sento il cor vicino a morte.
Ma da la dolce bocca
Se fuor la voce scocca,
A formar le parole, in un momento
D’inestinguibil foco arder mi sento.
O Dio che dolce gioco,
Dardi, catene, e foco,
Mi dan gl’occhi, le trecce, e le parole,
E dolor sento, che così Amor vuole.