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*{{PostedDate|2016-06-18}} {{CPDLno|40058}} [[Media:Scotto-Scemar_sperando.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Scotto-Scemar_sperando.mid|{{mid}}]] [[Media:Scotto-Scemar_sperando.mus|{{mus}}]] (Finale 2012) | *{{PostedDate|2016-06-18}} {{CPDLno|40058}} [[Media:Scotto-Scemar_sperando.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Scotto-Scemar_sperando.mid|{{mid}}]] [[Media:Scotto-Scemar_sperando.mxl|{{XML}}]] [[Media:Scotto-Scemar_sperando.mus|{{mus}}]] (Finale 2012) | ||
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- (Posted 2016-06-18) CPDL #40058: (Finale 2012)
- Editor: André Vierendeels (submitted 2016-06-18). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 75 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
General Information
Title: Scemar sperando
Composer: Girolamo Scotto
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: ATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella
{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.
Description:
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Original text and translations
Italian text
Scemar sperand' i piu doglio si accenti,
che mai s'udiro il mio pronto pensiero
mi scors' a punto a l'usato sentiero,
dov' e ordinat' in ciel ch'io mi lamenti.
Ma poi ch'a un punto gl'occhi miei presenti,
conobber di lor vi il lume vero,
cli chies'in fioca voc' e piant' altiero,
recuso il mio bel sol levarm' a morte,
perche nel mod' usat'ogn' hor s'insiamo,
quella piaga profonda che mai cello l'altro
si pens' al mio dolor si forte,
et pietosa scemar l'ardente fiamme,
mi fur l'amiche le lagrime del cielo.