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Wofull heart with griefe opressed (John Dowland)

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Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2008-05-06).   Copyright: CPDL
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Editor: Daniel Harmer (submitted 2006-06-13).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 57 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
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Editor: Eva Toller (submitted 2003-07-02).   Score information: A4   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: Wofull heart with griefe opressed
Composer: John Dowland

Number of voices: 4/5vv  Voicing: SATB/TTTBB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:

Description: No XVI from Second Book of Songs or Ayres (1600)
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Original text and translations

Original Text:
English.png English text
Wofull heart with griefe oppressed
since my fortunes most distressed,
from my Joyes hath mee removed,
Follow those sweet eyes adorned,
those sweet eyes wherein are stored,
all my pleasures best beloved.

Fly my breast, leave mee forsaken,
Wherein Griefe his feare hath taken,
All his arrowes through mee darting,
Thou maist live by hir Sunneshining,
I shall suffer no more pining,
By thy losse, than by hir parting.

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