Appease your anger, o Dear Beloved Phyllis, mercy of me

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by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Translation © by Mario Giuseppe Genesi

Placa quell'ira, o Cara perdono, amata Fille

Language: Italian (Italiano)

Our translations: ENG

Placa quell'ira, o Cara perdono, amata Fille,
pena per me più amara del ira tua non è.
Se di geloso sdegno contro di te m'acciesi,
alfin d'amore è sdegno e merito pietà, e merito pietà.
 
Senso un estremo affetto della mortal mia pena
che nel fuggir dal petto sul labro si fermo.
Io tacerò penando s'il vuoi mia Fille addio;
ma penerò sperando, ma sempre t'amero, addio, addio!

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by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked 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 Jan Ladislav Dussek, né Václav Jan Dusík (1760 - 1812), "Placa quell'ira, o Cara perdono, amata Fille", 1804, from 6 Canzonets, no. 5. [ sung text checked 1 time]

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ENG English (Mario Giuseppe Genesi) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this page: Jennifer Farrell

This text was added to the website: 2009-08-22
Line count: 8
Word count: 68

Appease your anger, o Dear Beloved...

Language: English after the Italian (Italiano)

Appease your anger, o Dear Beloved Phyllis, mercy of me
because there is no sorrow harsher to me than your anger.
If I was doubtful and jealous of you
at the end my disdain turns out to be love, and I deserve your mecy.
 
The affection I feel is mortally distressing,
an affection that, bursting out from my bosom, stopped on my lips.
I'll suffer in silence if you desire it, my Phyllis, farewell;
But I'll keep hoping through my torments and I'll always love you. Farewell, farewell!

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a text in Italian (Italiano) by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist
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This text was added to the website: 2009-09-02
Line count: 8
Word count: 88