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  • (Posted 2022-07-30)  CPDL #70222:       
Editor: Willem Verkaik (submitted 2022-07-30).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 111 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Deh mirate luce ingrate
Composer: Giovanni Domenico Puliaschi
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Soprano solo
Genre: SecularAria

Language: Italian
Instruments: Basso continuo

First published: 1621 in Ghirlandetta amorosa, no. 11
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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

1.Deh mirate luce ingrate
il dolor della partita,
mio partire, e morire,
occhi belli aita.

2.Ahi sdegnose hai ritrose
voi sprezzate i suon de canti,
lucifere, luci altere,
voi gridat'al'armi.

3.Fero ardore strugge il core,
che vien meno a poco a poco,
chi m'accende non m'intende,
e pur grid'al foco.

4.Cor ferito cor tradito,
fuggi meco homai partiamo,
tua mercede non ha fede,
non tardar andiamo.

5.Rie faville, ò pupille
sol donaste al petto mio
vostri sguardi furno dardi,
rimanete a Dio.