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:Come, sable night, put on thy mourning stole, | :Come, sable night, put on thy mourning stole, | ||
:and help Amyntas sadly to condole. | :and help Amyntas sadly to condole. | ||
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:All things in sweet repose their labours close; | :All things in sweet repose their labours close; | ||
:Only Amyntas wastes his hours in wailing, | :Only Amyntas wastes his hours in wailing, | ||
:whilst all his hopes do faint, and life is failing. | :whilst all his hopes do faint, and life is failing.}} | ||
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Revision as of 15:18, 30 March 2015
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- Editor: Diana Thompson (submitted 2007-01-01). Score information: A4, 8 pages, 108 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Includes piano reduction for rehearsal
- Editor: Vince M. Brennan (submitted 2005-11-15). Score information: Letter, 11 pages, 115 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Copyright (c) 2004 by V. M. Brennan
- CPDL #09280: NoteWorthy Composer
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2005-08-30). Score information: A4, 9 pages, 78 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Come, sable night
Composer: John Ward
Number of voices: 6vv Voicing: SSATTB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
Published:
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
Come, sable night, put on thy mourning stole,
and help Amyntas sadly to condole.
Behold, the sun hath shut his golden eye,
the day is spent, and shades fair lights supply.
All things in sweet repose their labours close;
Only Amyntas wastes his hours in wailing,
whilst all his hopes do faint, and life is failing.