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In dew of roses, steeping | In dew of roses, steeping | ||
Her lovely cheeks, Lycoris thus sat weeping. | Her lovely cheeks, Lycoris thus sat weeping. | ||
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And this thou dost to slay me. | And this thou dost to slay me. | ||
But do, then do kill me and vaunt thee. | But do, then do kill me and vaunt thee. | ||
Yet my ghost still shall haunt thee. | Yet my ghost still shall haunt thee.}} | ||
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- CPDL #25978: Capella
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2012-04-16). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 37 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Reformatting of #15001, with corrections. Transposed down a perfect 4th for SATB.
- Editor: Adrian Wall (submitted 2011-03-12). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 490 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Based on #15001. Transposed down a minor 3rd, for SSTB. Textual underlay adjusted.
- CPDL #15001: NoteWorthy Composer
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2007-09-11). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 37 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Original key, for SSAT.
- Possible error(s) identified. See the discussion page for full description.
General Information
Title: In dew of roses
Composer: Thomas Morley
Number of voices: 4vv Voicings: SSAT, SSTB or SATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
Published: 1594
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
In dew of roses, steeping
Her lovely cheeks, Lycoris thus sat weeping.
Ah Dorus false, that hast my heart bereft me,
and now unkind hast left me:
Hear, alas hear, O hear me;
Ay me, cannot my beauty move thee?
Pity then me because I love thee.
Ay me, thou scornst the more I pray thee,
And this thou dost to slay me.
But do, then do kill me and vaunt thee.
Yet my ghost still shall haunt thee.