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Sleep now, my muse (George Kirbye)
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(Posted 2012-01-24) CPDL #25463: Capella
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2012-01-24). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 41 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: From the 1892 edition, edited by G. E. P. Arkwright, transposed back to original pitch.
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2007-09-11). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 40 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: NoteWorthy Composer file may be viewed and printed with NoteWorthy Composer Viewer. Possible error(s) identified. (See discussion page for full description)
SSATTB version
- (Posted 2012-01-25) CPDL #25465: Capella
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2012-01-25). Score information: A4, 8 pages, 64 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: From the 1892 edition, edited by G. E. P. Arkwright.
- Editor: Vince M. Brennan (submitted 2005-11-15). Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 33 kbytes Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: SSATTB. Copyright (c) 2004 V. M. Brennan
Possible error(s) identified. Error summary: This version is incomplete (See discussion page for full description)
General Information
Title: Sleep now, my muse
Composer: George Kirbye
Number of voices: 4 and 6vv Voicing: SSAT and SSATTB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1597
Description: The SSAT version is no. 6 from The first set of English madrigalls to 4, 5 & 6 voyces (George Kirbye) and the SSATTB version is no. 24.
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Original text and translations
English text
Sleep now my muse, and henceforth take thy rest,
Which all too long thyself in vain had wasted.
Let it suffice, I still must live oppressed,
And of my pains the fruit must ne'er be tasted.
Then sleep my muse, fate cannot be withstood;
It's better sleep than wake and do no good.
