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- Editor: Andreas Stenberg (submitted 2004-06-09). Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 100 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Un temp' ogn' hor piangeva
Composer: Giovanni Domenico da Nola
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: STB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1570 in Il primo libro delle villanelle alla Napolitana, no. 7
Description:
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Original text and translations
Italian text
Un temp’ogn’hor piangeva
E sempre mi struggeva
Sol per volere bene
A chi mi dava pene.
In ogni parte et loco
Trova fiamma e foco
Ch’abrusciava di forte
Ch’ogn’hora mi dava morte.
Sempre teneva il core,
Pena, pianto e dolore
E non sape ache fare
Altro che sospirare.
Amor, crudel’ arciero,
Poi mostrava fiero
Per che m’havea soggetto
Al mio mareo dispetto.
Hor cantando vò
Non ardo come prima no ne no