Stay heart, run not so fast (Thomas Morley): Difference between revisions
m (Text replace - "NoteWorthy Composer]" to "{{NWC}}] (NoteWorthy Composer)") |
m (Text replace - "{{NWC}}" to "{{NWCV}}") |
||
Line 6: | Line 6: | ||
:'''Edition notes:''' Based on #15032, with corrections. | :'''Edition notes:''' Based on #15032, with corrections. | ||
*{{CPDLno|15032}} [{{filepath:418.pdf}} {{pdf}}] [{{website|brianrussell}}418.mid {{mid}}] [{{website|brianrussell}}418.nwc {{ | *{{CPDLno|15032}} [{{filepath:418.pdf}} {{pdf}}] [{{website|brianrussell}}418.mid {{mid}}] [{{website|brianrussell}}418.nwc {{NWCV}}] (NoteWorthy Composer) | ||
{{Editor|Brian Russell|2007-09-11}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|6|52}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | {{Editor|Brian Russell|2007-09-11}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|6|52}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | ||
:'''Edition notes:''' {{ | :'''Edition notes:''' {{NWCV}} {{ScoreError}} | ||
==General Information== | ==General Information== |
Revision as of 18:25, 4 August 2016
Music files
ICON | SOURCE |
---|---|
File details | |
Help |
- CPDL #25198: [ ] [ ] [ ]
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2011-12-21). Score information: A4, 8 pages, 59 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Based on #15032, with corrections.
- CPDL #15032: NoteWorthy Composer file may be viewed and printed with NoteWorthy Composer Viewer. (NoteWorthy Composer)
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2007-09-11). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 52 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.
General Information
Title: Stay heart, run not so fast
Composer: Thomas Morley
Number of voices: 6vv Voicing: SSATTB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
Published:
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
Stay heart, run not so fast from him that loves thee,
To her that deadly hates thee.
Her sharp disdain reproves thee,
And worse than ill still rates thee.
Then let her go and spare not;
Hold thou thyself contented and I care not.
Up, gentle swains, we'll have a round this morrow;
My love is gone and with her, 'go, my sorrow'.
O vile wretch, thou lovedst her once and why
now dost thou vary?
Then straight away I haste me,
And after her will run while life shall last me;
Ah, death his force now trieth,
Flora farewell, for lo, thy shepherd dieth.