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Mvsica transalpina

The second booke of Madrigalles, to 5. & 6. voices

Yonge, Nicholas

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I.

[I. The white delightful Swanne Sweet singing]

II.

[II. Zephirus brings the time ye sweetly senteth]

III.

[III. So farre, deare life, from thy bright beames absented]

IIII.

[IIII. Cinthia thy song & chaūting]

V.

[V. Fly if yu wilt be flying]

VI.

[VI. At sound of hir sweet voice & words betraying]

VII.

[VII. Browne is my Loue but gracefull]

VIII.

[VIII. The VVine that I so deerly got]

IX.

[IX. Dolorous morneful cares, ruthles tormenting]

X.

[X. In flowre of Aprill springing]

XI.

[XI. Hills & woods, craggs & rocks, and shores & fountaines]

XII.

[XII. The first part. Lady my flame stil burning, & my cōsuming anguish]

XIII.

[XIII. The second part. Sweet Lord, your flame still burning]

XIIII.

[XIIII. Sweet sparkle of Loues fire]

XV.

[XV. Now springs each plant to heauen aloft aspiring]

XVI.

[XVI. Sweet eyes, admiring you I am left hartles]

XVII.

[XVII. Loue quench this heat cōsuming]

XVIII.

[XVIII. Cruell, why dost thou flye mee]

XIX.

[XIX. O Gratious & worthiest of each creature]

XX.

[XX. Shall I liue so farre distant from thee my deare]

XXI.

[XXI. So saith my faire & beautifull Licoris]

XXII.

[XXII. For griefe I dye enraged]

XXIII.

[XXIII. Daintie white pearle, & you fresh smiling Roses]

XXIIII.

[XXIIII. Hard by a Cristall fountaine, ORIANA ye bright lay doune a sleeping]

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[III. So farre, deare life, from thy bright beames absented]

So farre, deere life, deare life, from thy bright beames absented

So farre, deere life, deare life, from thy bright beames absented, but no disgrace of fortune, or star most hatefull, can blot out of my brest thy name so grateful, thy name so grateful, for (that) thy liuely shape & therby loue reserued, & hope with out to see the Sun our hemisphere adorning, in myne horizon shining, Oh if that blisful howre, oh if that blisfull houre may once releiue mee, kill mee foorthwith good Loue it shall not grieue mee, it shall not grieue mee.