The silver swan (Orlando Gibbons)
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- Editor: Vince M. Brennan (added 2005-11-26). Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 0 kbytes Copyright: Personal
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- Editor: Brian Russell (added 2005-08-30). Score information: Letter Copyright: Personal
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- CPDL #1491: Finale-2001.
- Editor: Claudio Macchi (added 2000-10-17). Score information: 48 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
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- CPDL #146: Finale-1998.
- Editor: Carlos Gumí (added 1999-10-15). Score information: 48 kbytes Copyright:
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- CPDL #145: Finale-1998.
- Editor: Rafael Ornes (added 1999-02-15). Score information: 36 kbytes Copyright:
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General Information
Title: The Silver Swan
Composer: Orlando Gibbons
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: SSATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigals
Language: English
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Original text and translations
English text
- The Silver Swan who, living, had no note,
- When death approach'd, unlock'd her silent throat.
- Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
- Thus sung her first and last, And sung no more:
- "Farewell all joys, O death come close mine eyes.
- More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise."
Portuguese translation
- O cisne prateado que, em vida, não cantou,
- Quando a morte se aproximou abriu a sua garganta silenciosa.
- Encostando o seu peito contra a margem cheia de juncos,
- Assim cantou pela primeira e última vez, e não mais cantou:
- "Adeus prazeres; ó morte, vem fechar os meus olhos.
- Agora vivem mais gansos que cisnes, mais tolos que sábios."