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Quel rosignuol che sì soave piagne Forse suoi figli o sua cara consorte, Di dolcezza empie il cielo e le campagne Con tante note sì pietose e scorte; E tutta notte par che m'accompagne E mi rammente la mia dura sorte: Ch'altri che me non ho di cui mi lagne: Chè 'n Dee non credev'io regnasse Morte. O che lieve è ingannar chi s'assecura! Que' duo bei lumi, assai più che 'l Sol chiari Chi pensò mai veder far terra oscura? Or [cognosco io]1 che mia fera ventura Vuol che vivendo e lagrimando impari Come nulla qua giù diletta e dura.
C. Brumby sets lines 1-8
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Text Authorship:
- by Francesco Petrarca (1304 - 1374), no title, appears in Canzoniere (Rerum vulgarium fragmenta) , in 2. Rime In morte di Madonna Laura, no. 311 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Colin Brumby (b. 1933), "Quel rosignol", lines 1-8 [ high voice, piano ], from Three Italian Songs, no. 2 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Ildebrando Pizzetti (1880 - 1968), "Quel rosignuol che sì soave piagne", from Tre sonetti del Petrarca: In morte di Madonna Laura, no. 3 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Barbara Miller) , "That nightingale which so gently weeps", copyright © 2004, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 14
Word count: 102
That nightingale which so gently weeps Perhaps for his children or his dear spouse, With sweetness fills the sky and the countryside With so many notes so piteous and precise; And all night it seems that he accompanies me And reminds me of my hard fate; That I have none other than myself to complain to For I did not believe Death prevailed in goddesses. O, how easy it is to fool him who is confident! Those two beautiful eyes that shone like the Sun Who would expect to see [them] as dark as earth? Now I know that my savage fate Wishes that, living and weeping, I may learn How nothing on earth delights and endures.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from Italian (Italiano) to English copyright © 2004 by Barbara Miller, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Based on:
- a text in Italian (Italiano) by Francesco Petrarca (1304 - 1374), no title, appears in Canzoniere (Rerum vulgarium fragmenta) , in 2. Rime In morte di Madonna Laura, no. 311
This text was added to the website: 2004-04-18
Line count: 14
Word count: 117