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- CPDL #16810: NoteWorthy Composer
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2008-05-06). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 33 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
- CPDL #11878: Finale 2006
- Editor: Daniel Harmer (submitted 2006-06-13). Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 93 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Cleare or Cloudie sweet as Aprill showring
Composer: John Dowland
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: SATTB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: Lute (optional)
Published: 1600
Description: No. XXI from Second Book of Songs or Ayres (1600)
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Original text and translations
English text
- Cleare or cloudie sweet as April showring,
- Smoth or frowning so is hir face to mee,
- Pleasd or smiling like milde May all flowring,
- When skies blew silke and medowes carpets bee,
- Hir speeches notes of that night bird that singeth,
- Who thought all sweet yer Jarring notes outringeth.
- Hir grace like June, when earth and trees bee trimde,
- In best attire of compleat beauties height,
- Hir love againe like sommers daies bee dimde,
- With little cloudes of doubtfull constant faith,
- Hir trust hir doubt, like raine and head in Skies,
- Gently thundring, she lightning to my eies.
- Sweet sommer spring that breatheth life and growing,
- In weedes as into hearbs and flowers,
- And sees of service divers sorts in sowing,
- Some haply seeming and some being yours,
- Raine on your hearbs and flowers that truely serve,
- And let your weeds lack dew and duely starve.