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- CPDL #17858:
- Editor: David Newman (submitted 2008-08-21). Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 125 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Cross posting by Art Song Central - Edition is in G Minor with Lute tabulature.
- CPDL #13114:
NoteWorthy Composer
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2006-11-17). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 36 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
- CPDL #05475: PDF, MIDI and Capella 4 files available.
- Editor: Ulrich Alpers (submitted 2003-08-18). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 56 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
- CPDL #02991: PDF, MIDI and ABC files available.
- Editor: Laura Conrad (submitted 2001-09-11). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 86 kB Copyright: GnuGPL
- Edition notes: in partbook format.
General Information
Title: Burst forth, my tears
Composer: John Dowland
Lyricist: Anonymous lyricist
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Lute song
Language: English
Instruments: Lute
Published: The First Booke of Songs or Ayres (1597), no.8
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
- Burst forth, my tears, assist my forward grief,
- And show what pain imperious Love provokes.
- Kind tender lambs, lament Love's scant relief
- And pine, since pensive Care my freedom yokes.
- O pine to see me pine, my tender flocks.
- Sad, sad pining Care, that never may have peace,
- At Beauty's gate in hope of pity knocks.
- But Mercy sleeps while deep Disdain increase,
- And Beauty Hope in her fair bosom locks.
- O grieve to hear my grief, my tender flocks.
- Like, like to the winds my sighs have winged been,
- Yet are my sighs and suits repaid with mocks.
- I plead, yet she repineth at my teen.
- O ruthless rigour harder than the rocks,
- That both the shepherd kills and his poor flocks.