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:'''Edition notes:''' Part of an on-going collection for SAB, piano called "Book of Sonnets." Current list at http://www.graymichael.com | :'''Edition notes:''' Part of an on-going collection for SAB, piano called "Book of Sonnets." Current list at http://www.graymichael.com | ||
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- (Posted 2016-11-04) CPDL #41675:
- Editor: Michael Gray (submitted 2016-11-04). Score information: Letter (landscape), 6 pages, 190 kB Copyright: CC BY NC ND
- Edition notes: Part of an on-going collection for SAB, piano called "Book of Sonnets." Current list at http://www.graymichael.com
General Information
Title: Why is my verse so barren?
Composer: Michael Gray
Lyricist: William Shakespeare
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: SAB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published: 2013
Description: Part of an on-going collection for SAB, piano called "Book of Sonnets."
External websites: http://www.graymichael.com
Original text and translations
English text
Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
So far from variation or quick change?
Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods and to compounds strange?
Why write I still all one, ever the same,
And keep invention in a noted weed,
That every word doth almost tell my name,
Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
Oh, know, sweet love, I always write of you,
And you and love are still my argument.
So all my best is dressing old words new,
Spending again what is already spent:
For as the sun is daily new and old,
So is my love still telling what is told.
William Shakespeare (Sonnet LXXVI)