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- CPDL #17379: Finale 2007
- Editor: Sabine Cassola (submitted 2008-06-28). Score information: A4, 8 pages, 46 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: File Sizes: MIDI: 3 KB, Finale 2006: 18 KB.
- CPDL #12203: Sibelius 4
- Editor: Mick Swithinbank (submitted 2006-08-04). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 81 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
- CPDL #10958: NoteWorthy Composer
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2006-02-09). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 29 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
- Editor: Ulrich Alpers (submitted 2003-08-18). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 47 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
- Editor: Laura Conrad (submitted 2001-09-11). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 77 kB Copyright: GnuGPL
- Edition notes: in partbook format.
General Information
Title: Come heavy sleep
Composer: John Dowland
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Lute song
Language: English
Instruments: Lute
Published: The First Booke of Songs or Ayres (1597), no.20
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
- Come heavy sleep, the image of true death;
- and close up these my weary weeping eies:
- Whose spring of tears doth stop my vitall breath,
- and tears my hart with sorrows sign swoln cries:
- Com and possess my tired thoughts, worne soule,
- That living dies, till thou on me be stoule.
- Come shadow of my end, and shape of rest,
- Allied to death, child to blakefact night:
- Come thou and charm these rebels in my breast,
- Whose waking fancies doe my mind affright.
- O come sweet sleepe; come, or I die ever:
- Come ere my last sleep comes, or come never.