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*{{PostedDate|2017-02-06}} {{CPDLno|42991}} [[Media:Locatello-Donna_gentil.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Locatello-Donna_gentil.mid|{{mid}}]] [[Media:Locatello-Donna_gentil.mus|{{mus}}]] (Finale 2012) | *{{PostedDate|2017-02-06}} {{CPDLno|42991}} [[Media:Locatello-Donna_gentil.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Locatello-Donna_gentil.mid|{{mid}}]] [[Media:Locatello-Donna_gentil.mxl|{{XML}}]] [[Media:Locatello-Donna_gentil.mus|{{mus}}]] (Finale 2012) | ||
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- (Posted 2017-02-06) CPDL #42991: (Finale 2012)
- Editor: André Vierendeels (submitted 2017-02-06). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 52 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
General Information
Title: Donna gentil
Composer: Giovanni Battista Locatello
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: SSA
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella
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Original text and translations
Italian text
Donna gentil, voi sete il mio bel Sole,
io son quell' herba detta gira Sole
che, senza il raggio del celeste ardore,
languendo more.
Deh luce del mio cor, caro conforto,
non t'asconder da me ch'io resto morto,
ne sah questi occhi miei, a mille prove,
volgersi altrove.
E se ben nott'e giorn'ohi me sospiro,
sempre verso il mio Sol mi volgo e giro,
e mirando la luce sua gradita,
mi tengo in vita.
Ma quando nel girar non veggio il lume,
morendo taccio e fode gl'occh'in fiume,
e mi sfaccio qual fior languendo in herba,
con pen'acerba.