by Francesco Petrarca (1304 - 1374)
Translation by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Now the earth, the skies, the air
Language: English  after the Italian (Italiano)
Now the earth, the skies, the air And all things fair Seems new-born thoughts t'infuse; Whilst the returning Spring Joys each thing, And blasted hopes renews. When only I alone, Left to moan, Find no times born for me; No flowers, no meadow springs, No bird sings, But notes of misery.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Based on:
- a text in Italian (Italiano) by Francesco Petrarca (1304 - 1374), Sonnets 164 and 310. [text unavailable]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by John Danyel (1564 - 1626), "Now the earth, the skies, the air" [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2003-10-20
Line count: 12
Word count: 51