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'''Title:''' ''A quest'olmo''<br>
 
'''Title:''' ''A quest'olmo''<br>
 
{{Composer|Claudio Monteverdi}}
 
{{Composer|Claudio Monteverdi}}
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{{Lyricist|Giambattista Marino}}
  
 
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==Original text and translations==
 
==Original text and translations==
  
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{{Text|Italian}}
 
<poem>
 
<poem>
A quest'olmo, a quest'ombre et a quest'onde
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A quest’olmo, a quest’ombre ed a quest’onde
Ove per uso ancor torno sovente  
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ove per uso ancor torno sovente,
eterno i deggio et havró sempre in mente  
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eterno i’ deggio, ed avrò sempre in mente,
quest'antro, questa selva e queste fronde  
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quest’antro, questa selva e queste fronde.
in voi sol felici acque amiche sponde  
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del mio passato ben quasi presente
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In voi sol, felici acque, amiche sponde,
Amor mi mostra e del mio foco ardente  
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il mio passato ben quasi presente
tra le vostre fresch'aure i semi asconde  
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Amor mi mostra, e del mio foco ardente
Qui di quel lieto soave riede la rimembranza  
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tra le vostre fresch’aure i semi asconde.
all’hor che la mia Clori
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tutt’indono se stessa el cor mi diede
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Qui di quel lieto soave riede
Già spirar sento herbette intorno e fiori  
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la rimembranza, allor che la mia Clori
Ovunque o ferm'il guardo o mova il piede  
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tutta in dono se stessa e’l cor mi diede;
de l'antiche dolcezze ancor gli honori.
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già spirar sento erbette intorno e fiori,
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ovunque o fermi il guardo o mova il piede,
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dell’antiche dolcezze ancor gli honori.
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<poem>
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That poplar tree, the shade and the lake,
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where I still often return,
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eternal duty, I shall never forget
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that refuge, that wood and the verdure.
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In you, sun, happy water, welcoming shores,
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Love shows me my almost present past,
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and from my ardent fire,
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amongst your fresh auras the seeds are concealed.
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From that sad and gentle day come
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memories of  Cloris, my love,
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succumbing her body and soul;
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I still feel the murmur of the grass and the flowers,
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wherever I turn to look and wherever I stand,
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and the traces of erstwhile sweetness.
 
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</poem>
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General Information

Title: A quest'olmo
Composer: Claudio Monteverdi
Lyricist: Giambattista Marino

Number of voices: 6vv   Voicing: SSATTB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: 2 violins, 2 recorders, Basso continuo
Published: 1619

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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

A quest’olmo, a quest’ombre ed a quest’onde
ove per uso ancor torno sovente,
eterno i’ deggio, ed avrò sempre in mente,
quest’antro, questa selva e queste fronde.

In voi sol, felici acque, amiche sponde,
il mio passato ben quasi presente
Amor mi mostra, e del mio foco ardente
tra le vostre fresch’aure i semi asconde.

Qui di quel lieto dì soave riede
la rimembranza, allor che la mia Clori
tutta in dono se stessa e’l cor mi diede;

già spirar sento erbette intorno e fiori,
ovunque o fermi il guardo o mova il piede,
dell’antiche dolcezze ancor gli honori.

English.png English translation

That poplar tree, the shade and the lake,
where I still often return,
eternal duty, I shall never forget
that refuge, that wood and the verdure.

In you, sun, happy water, welcoming shores,
Love shows me my almost present past,
and from my ardent fire,
amongst your fresh auras the seeds are concealed.

From that sad and gentle day come
memories of Cloris, my love,
succumbing her body and soul;

I still feel the murmur of the grass and the flowers,
wherever I turn to look and wherever I stand,
and the traces of erstwhile sweetness.