Ah, sweetheart let us hurry (Christoph Dalitz)

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  • (Posted 2019-04-11)   CPDL #53938:   
Editor: Christoph Dalitz (submitted 2019-04-11).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 41 kB   Copyright: CC BY SA
Edition notes: Edition for AA or BB

General Information

Title: Ah, sweetheart let us hurry
Composer: Christoph Dalitz
Lyricist: Bayard Taylor

Number of voices: 2vv   Voicings: SS, TT, AA and BB<
Genre: SacredMadrigal

Language: German
Instruments: 2 violins, bc

Published: 2019

Description: A madrigal setting in the style of Heinrich Schütz' "Symphoniae sacrae". The accompaniment can be played on arbitrary baroque instruments (violins, recorders, cornetii, ...).

External websites: http://music.dalitio.de/choir/dalitz/ach-liebste-lass-uns-eilen/index.html

Original text and translations

English Ah, sweetheart, let us hurry / We still have time. Delaying thus, we bury / Our mutual prime. Beauty’s bright gift shall perish / As leaves grow sere; All that we have and cherish / Shall disappear. The cheek of roses fadeth / Gray grows the head; And fire the eyes evadeth / And passion’s dead. The mouth, love’s honeyed winner / Is formless, cold; The hand, like snow, gets thinner / And thou art old! So let us taste the pleasure / That youth endears, Ere we are called to measure / The flying years. Give, as thou lov’st and livest / Thy love to me, Even though, in what thou givest / My loss should be! text[[Category:English Ah, sweetheart, let us hurry / We still have time. Delaying thus, we bury / Our mutual prime. Beauty’s bright gift shall perish / As leaves grow sere; All that we have and cherish / Shall disappear. The cheek of roses fadeth / Gray grows the head; And fire the eyes evadeth / And passion’s dead. The mouth, love’s honeyed winner / Is formless, cold; The hand, like snow, gets thinner / And thou art old! So let us taste the pleasure / That youth endears, Ere we are called to measure / The flying years. Give, as thou lov’st and livest / Thy love to me, Even though, in what thou givest / My loss should be! texts]]