Come heavy sleep (John Dowland)

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• CPDL #17379:      (Finale 2007)

Editor: Sabine Cassola (submitted 2008-06-28).   Score information: A4, 8 pages, 46 kB   Copyright: Personal

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• CPDL #12203:        (Sibelius 4)

Editor: Mick Swithinbank (submitted 2006-08-04).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 81 kB   Copyright: CPDL

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• CPDL #10958:       

Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2006-02-09).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 29 kB   Copyright: CPDL

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• CPDL #05487:  PDF, MIDI and Capella 4 files available.

Editor: Ulrich Alpers (submitted 2003-08-18).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 47 kB   Copyright: Personal

Edition notes: Scroll down to #20 of 'The Firste Booke of Songes' collection. Capella zipped file (of all works of the collection) not found.

• CPDL #02996:  PDF, MIDI, ABC and LilyPond files available.

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

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Original text and translations

English text 1. 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. 2. 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.

Polish translation 1. Przyjdź, Śnie ponury, podobny Śmierci I zamknij moje oczy spłakane. Łez strumień tamuje mi oddech w piersi, I broczy me serce szlochaniem wstrząsane. Zanim całun na mnie narzucą, Przyjdź i zawładnij zmęczoną duszą. 2. Przyjdźże, końca rychłego cieniu, Dziecko ciemności, coś bratem Kostusze, I zduś buntownika w mej piersi sklepieniu, Którego majaki trwożą mą duszę. Nim wydam z siebie tchnienie ostatnie, Przyjdź! Przyjdź albo odejdź na zawsze. Translation by Stanisław Jonczyk