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- (Posted 2017-10-30) CPDL #47127:
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2017-10-30). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 70 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Reformatting of the third part of #30292, with adjustments to underlay, and to slurring. See Nay let me weep.
General Information
Title: Yet if that age
Composer: Orlando Gibbons
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: SATTB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1612 in The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets, no. 19
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
Yet if that age had frosted o'er his head,
Or if his face had furrow'd been with years,
I would not so bemoan that he is dead,
I might have been more niggard of my tears;
But O the sun new-rose is gone to bed,
And lilies in their springtime hang their head.