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- Editor: Jonathan Goodliffe (submitted 2014-09-12). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 24 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
General Information
Title: S'io sedo all'ombra
Composer: Marchetto Cara
Lyricist: Panfilo Sasso
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Frottola
Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella
{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.
Description:
External websites: Source on IMSLP
Original text and translations
Italian text
Sonnet by Panfilo Sasso (1455-1527)
S’io sedo all’ombra Amor giù pone el strale
E l’arco, e meco sedendo si posa.
S’io piango, e lui la faccia ha lacrimosa,
E dolsi del mio affanno e del mio male.
S’io mi lamento dil colpo mortale,
Lui me conforta con voce amorosa.
S’io mostro la ferita lacrimosa,
E lui l’asciuga con le sue bianche ale.
S’io vado in boschi, e lui per boschi viene.
S’io solco il mar, e lui volge le sarte
E’l timor dritto contro il vento tiene.
S’io vado in guerra, e lui diventa Marte.
E perché siano eterne le mie pene,
Questo tiran da me mai non si parte