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senza ch'alcun l'odori?}} | senza ch'alcun l'odori?}} | ||
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Let me behold, oh lady, the beautiful face | |||
And don't hide it to me | |||
As time may change it. | |||
Look at the spring flowers | |||
How they are loved when they appear | |||
And how in short they are lost. | |||
You lady are a spring flower | |||
Would you ever let it discolour | |||
Before someone could smell it?}} | |||
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Revision as of 10:18, 25 May 2017
Music files
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2017-05-22). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 42 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Reformatting of #1009, with minor corrections and all verses underlain.
- Editor: Claudio Macchi (submitted 2000-06-29). Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 41 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
General Information
Title: Lasciatemi mirar
Composer: Giovanni Croce
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: TTBB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella
{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.
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Original text and translations
Italian text
Lasciatemi mirar, donna, il bel viso
E non me lo vogliate a me celare
Che il tempo il può cangiare.
Mirate i vaghi fior di primavera
Come nel nascer son tanto graditi
E in breve son smarriti.
Voi donna siete un fior di primavera
permettereste mai che si scolori
senza ch'alcun l'odori?
English translation
Let me behold, oh lady, the beautiful face
And don't hide it to me
As time may change it.
Look at the spring flowers
How they are loved when they appear
And how in short they are lost.
You lady are a spring flower
Would you ever let it discolour
Before someone could smell it?