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CPDL #18444:
- Editor: Phillip Grow (submitted 2008-12-04). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 15 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
Possible error(s) identified. Error summary: Minor text mistakes See the discussion page for full description.
General Information
Title: Quand'io miro le rose
Composer: Luca Marenzio
Lyricist: Angelo Grillo
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: SATTB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: Italian
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1598
Description: Editio princeps: Venice, Antonio Gardano, 1598. Dedication by the composer to Ferrante Gonzaga, Prince of Molfetta and Lord of Guastalla. Venice, October 20, 1598. Text: Angelo Grillo, alias Livio Celiano, in Rime di diversi celebri poeti dell’età nostra, edited by G.B. Licino, Bergamo, C. Ventura, 1587
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Original text and translations
Italian text
Quand'io miro le rose
ch'in voi natura pose
e quelle che v'ha l'arte
nel vago seno sparte,
non so conoscer poi
se voi le rose o sian le rose voi.
English translation
by Mick Swithinbank
When I look upon the roses with which nature has blessed you
and those which art has scattered upon your graceful breast,
I cannot tell whether it is you that are the roses
or the roses that are you.