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by Pietro Antonio Domenico Bonaventura Trapassi (1698 - 1782), as Pietro Metastasio

Translation © by Laura Prichard

Aure amiche, ah! non spirate

Language: Italian (Italiano)

Our translations: ENG

Aure amiche, ah! non spirate
Per pietà d’Irene amante;
Care piante, ah! non tornate 
Così presto a germogliar.

Ogni fior che si colori,
Ogni zeffiro che spiri,
Quanti, oh Dio! quanti sospiri
Al mio core ha da costar!

From "Il Trionfo della Gloria", Cantata XI, "La Primavera"

Text Authorship:

by Pietro Antonio Domenico Bonaventura Trapassi (1698 - 1782), as Pietro Metastasio [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 Vincenzo Righini (1756 - 1812), "Aure amiche, ah! non spirate", op. 7 no. 8, from the collection Dodici Ariette, no. 8. [
text verified 1 time
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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

ENG English (Laura Prichard) , title 1: "Friendly breezes, ah! don’t blow", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this page: Laura Prichard [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2016-04-13
Line count: 8
Word count: 38

Friendly breezes, ah! don’t blow

Language: English after the Italian (Italiano)

Friendly breezes, ah! don’t blow
Take pity on [my] beloved Irene;
Dear plants, ah! don’t return
So quickly to germinate.

Every flower that blooms,
Every breexe that blows,
How many, oh God! how many sighs
Can my heart bear!

Translator's notes:
Line 2-1: "blooms" - literally, "colors"
Line 2-4: literally, "will cost my heart"

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a text in Italian (Italiano) by Pietro Antonio Domenico Bonaventura Trapassi (1698 - 1782), as Pietro Metastasio
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This text was added to the website: 2016-04-13
Line count: 8
Word count: 39