Strane rupi, aspri monti, alte tremanti (Cipriano de Rore)

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  • (Posted 2023-09-03)  CPDL #75194:        (LilyPond)
Editor: Allen Garvin (submitted 2023-09-03).   Score information: Letter, 7 pages, 145 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC
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Editor: Pothárn Imre (submitted 2020-04-29).   Score information: A4, 8 pages, 182 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Transcribed from 1552 Gardano print. Original key (chiavi naturali) and note values. Alto is in transposed violin clef.
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Edition notes: Transposed up a minor third from E phrygian.

General Information

Title: Strane ruppi, aspri monti, alte tremanti
Composer: Cipriano de Rore
Lyricist: Niccolò Amaniocreate page or Luigi Tansillo

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SATTB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1542 in Il primo libro de madrigali a cinque voci, Edition 1, no. 7
    2nd published: 1544 in Il primo libro de madrigali a cinque voci, Edition 3, no. 4
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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

Strane ruppi, aspri monti, alte tremanti,
Ruine e sassi al ciel nudi e scoperti,
Ove a gran pena pon salir tant' erti
Nuvoli in questo fosco aer fumanti;

Superb' orror, tacite selve e tanti
Negr' antr' erbosi in rotte pietre aperti;
Abbandonati sterili deserti,
Ov' han paur' andar le belve erranti.

A guisa d'hom che da soverchia pena
Il cor trist' ange fuor di senn' uscito,
Se n'va piangendo, ove la furia il mena,

Vo piangend' io tra voi, e se partito
Non cangia il ciel con voce assai più piena
Sarò di la tra le mest' ombre udito.