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*{{CPDLno|10134}} [http://www.oldmusicproject.com/madrigalia/kirbye.html {{net}}] | *{{CPDLno|10134}} [http://www.oldmusicproject.com/madrigalia/kirbye.html {{net}}] | ||
{{Editor|Vince M. Brennan|2005-11-15}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|13|76}}{{Copy|Personal}} | {{Editor|Vince M. Brennan|2005-11-15}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|13|76}}{{Copy|Personal}} | ||
:'''Edition notes:''' Copyright (c) 2004 V. M. Brennan | :'''Edition notes:''' Copyright (c) 2004 V. M. Brennan {{ScoreError}} | ||
==General Information== | ==General Information== | ||
'''Title:''' ''Must I part, | '''Title:''' ''Must I part, O my jewel?''<br> | ||
{{Composer|George Kirbye}} | {{Composer|George Kirbye}} | ||
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Must I part, O, my | Must I part, O, my jewel, | ||
whose beams me nourish? | Hapless from my fair sun, whose beams me nourish? | ||
Alas, who now comforteth | Alas, who now comforteth, or doth me cherish, | ||
Pained with grief so cruel | Pained with grief so cruel? | ||
O, if it so must needs be, my wicked | O, if it so must needs be, my wicked fortune, | ||
How can she further harm me? | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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- CPDL #10134:
- Editor: Vince M. Brennan (submitted 2005-11-15). Score information: Letter, 13 pages, 76 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Copyright (c) 2004 V. M. Brennan
Possible error(s) identified. See the discussion page for full description.
General Information
Title: Must I part, O my jewel?
Composer: George Kirbye
Number of voices: 6vv Voicing: SSATTB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1597
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
Must I part, O, my jewel,
Hapless from my fair sun, whose beams me nourish?
Alas, who now comforteth, or doth me cherish,
Pained with grief so cruel?
O, if it so must needs be, my wicked fortune,
How can she further harm me?