O passi sparsi, o pensier vaghi e pronti (Andrea Gabrieli)

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• (Posted 2014-05-15)  CPDL #32017:     

Editor: Oliver Sperling (submitted 2014-05-15).   Score information: A4, 18 pages, 235 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: In modern clefs, with hungarian translation in the score

• (Posted 2011-09-19)  CPDL #24511:     

Editors: Sabine Cassola and Bruno Schiffel (submitted 2011-09-19).   Score information: A4, 16 pages, 167 kB   Copyright: CPDL

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• (Posted 2003-10-22)  CPDL #05833:      (Sibelius 2)

Editor: Steven Langley Guy (submitted 2003-10-22).   Score information: A4, 27 pages, 164 kB   Copyright: Personal

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Title: O passi sparsi, o pensier vaghi e pronti
Composer: Andrea Gabrieli
Lyricist: Francesco Petrarca

Number of voices: 12vv   Voicing: SSAATB.SATTBB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: basso per l'organo

First published: 1587 in Concerti di Andrea et di Giovanni Gabrieli, no. 2.76

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Italian text O passi sparsi, o pensier' vaghi et pronti, o tenace memoria, o fero ardore, o possente desire, o debil core, oi occhi miei, occhi non già, ma fonti! O fronde, honor de le famose fronti, o sola insegna al gemino valore! O faticosa vita, o dolce errore, che mi fate ir cercando piagge et monti! O bel viso ove Amor inseme pose gli sproni e 'l fren ond'el mi punge et volve, come a lui piace, et calcitrar non vale! O anime gentili et amorose, s'alcuna à 'l mondo, et voi nude ombre et polve, deh ristate a veder quale è 'l mio male. Canzoniere 161

English translation O wandering steps, O swift and errant thoughts, O fixed memory, O wild ardour, O powerful desire, O weakened heart, O eyes of mine, not eyes now, but fountains! O leaves, that honour famous brows, O one sole emblem of double worth! O weary life, O sweet error, that makes me go searching plains and hills! O lovely face where Love has set together the reins and spurs that make me twist and turn, at pleasure: and no use to kick against them! O gentle loving spirits, if there are any in this world, and you, naked dust and shadows, pause and see the nature of my ills. Translation by Anthony S. Kline ©