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==Music files== | ==Music files== | ||
{{Legend}} | {{#Legend:}} | ||
* | *{{PostedDate|2008-06-21}} {{CPDLno|17308}} [[Media:DOWL-INT.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:DOWL-INT.mid|{{mid}}]] | ||
{{Editor|David Fraser|2008-06-21}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|4|122}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | |||
: | :{{EdNotes|SATB plus lute tablature (7 or 8 course, tenor G tuning)}} | ||
==General Information== | ==General Information== | ||
{{Title|''In this trembling shadow''}} | |||
{{Composer|John Dowland}} | {{Composer|John Dowland}} | ||
{{Voicing|4 | {{Voicing|4|SATB}} | ||
{{Genre|Secular|Lute songs}} | |||
{{Language|English}} | {{Language|English}} | ||
{{Instruments|Lute}} | |||
'' | {{Pub|1|1612|in ''{{NoCo|A Pilgrimes Solace}}''|no=12}} | ||
{{Descr|May be performed: SATB plus lute or, perhaps better, S/T, bass viol and lute, or S, 3 viols and lute.}} | |||
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==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
{{Text|English| | |||
In this trembling shadow, cast | |||
from those boughes which thy winds shake, | |||
Farre from humane troubles plac’d, | |||
Songs to the Lord would I make, | |||
Darknesse from my minde then take, | |||
For thy rites none may begin, | |||
Till they feele thy light within. | |||
As I sing, sweete flowers Ile strow, | |||
from the fruitfull vallies brought: | |||
Praising him by whom they grow, | |||
him that heaven and earth hath wrought, | |||
him that all things framde of nought, | |||
Him that all for man did make, | |||
But made man for his owne sake. | |||
As I sing, sweete flowers Ile strow, | |||
from the fruitfull vallies brought: | |||
Praising him by whom they grow, | |||
him that heaven and earth hath wrought, | |||
him that all things framde of nought, | |||
Him that all for man did make, | |||
But made man for his owne sake. | |||
Musicke all thy sweetnesse lend, | Musicke all thy sweetnesse lend, | ||
while of his high power I speake, | while of his high power I speake, | ||
On whom all powers else depend, | On whom all powers else depend, | ||
but my brest is now too weake, | but my brest is now too weake, | ||
trumpets shrill the ayre should breake, | trumpets shrill the ayre should breake, | ||
All in vaine my sounds I raise, | All in vaine my sounds I raise, | ||
Boundlesse power askes boundlesse praise. | Boundlesse power askes boundlesse praise.}} | ||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Renaissance music]] | [[Category:Renaissance music]] |
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Music files
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- Editor: David Fraser (submitted 2008-06-21). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 122 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: SATB plus lute tablature (7 or 8 course, tenor G tuning)
General Information
Title: In this trembling shadow
Composer: John Dowland
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Lute song
Language: English
Instruments: Lute
First published: 1612 in A Pilgrimes Solace, no. 12
Description: May be performed: SATB plus lute or, perhaps better, S/T, bass viol and lute, or S, 3 viols and lute.
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
In this trembling shadow, cast
from those boughes which thy winds shake,
Farre from humane troubles plac’d,
Songs to the Lord would I make,
Darknesse from my minde then take,
For thy rites none may begin,
Till they feele thy light within.
As I sing, sweete flowers Ile strow,
from the fruitfull vallies brought:
Praising him by whom they grow,
him that heaven and earth hath wrought,
him that all things framde of nought,
Him that all for man did make,
But made man for his owne sake.
Musicke all thy sweetnesse lend,
while of his high power I speake,
On whom all powers else depend,
but my brest is now too weake,
trumpets shrill the ayre should breake,
All in vaine my sounds I raise,
Boundlesse power askes boundlesse praise.