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Underneath a cypress tree (Francis Pilkington)

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Editor: Eva Toller (submitted 2004-06-30).   Score information: A4, 8 pages, 245 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: arranged by Eva Toller, midi files available for each part

General Information

Title: Underneath a cypress tree
Composer: Francis Pilkington
Arranger: Eva Toller

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SSATB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published:

Description:

External websites: http://www.evatoller.se/

Original text and translations

English.png English text

Underneath a cypress tree
the queen of love sate mourning;
calling downe the rosie wreaths
her heav’nly brow adorninq:
quenching fiery sighes with teares,
but yet her heart still burning.

For within the shady mourne,
the cause of her complaining.
Mirrha’s Sonne the leafy bowers did haunt,
her love disdaining;
Counting all her true desires,
in his fond thoughts but faining.

Why is youth with beauty graft,
unfeeling judge of unkindnesse?
Spotting love with the foule report
of crueltie and blindnesse,
forcing to unkind complaints
the queen of all divinenesse?

Stint thy teares, sea-borne queen,
and grief in vain lamented;
When desire hath burnt his heart
that thee hath discontented;
Then, too late, the scorne of youth,
by age shall be repented.