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Why is my verse so barren of new pride, | |||
So far from variation or quick change? | |||
Why with the time do I not glance aside | |||
To new-found methods and to compounds strange? | |||
Why write I still all one, ever the same, | |||
And keep invention in a noted weed, | |||
That every word doth almost tell my name, | |||
Showing their birth, and where they did proceed? | |||
Oh, know, sweet love, I always write of you, | |||
And you and love are still my argument. | |||
So all my best is dressing old words new, | |||
Spending again what is already spent: | |||
For as the sun is daily new and old, | |||
So is my love still telling what is told. | |||
''William Shakespeare (Sonnet LXXVI)''}} | |||
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- Editor: Michael Gray (submitted 2016-11-04). Score information: Letter (landscape), 6 pages, 190 kB Copyright: CC BY NC ND
- Edition notes: Part of an on-going collection for SAB, piano called "Book of Sonnets." Current list at http://www.graymichael.com
General Information
Title: Why is my verse so barren?
Composer: Michael Gray
Lyricist: William Shakespeare
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: SAB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.
Description: Part of an on-going collection for SAB, piano called "Book of Sonnets." Current list at http://www.graymichael.com
External websites: http://www.graymichael.com
Original text and translations
English text
Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
So far from variation or quick change?
Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods and to compounds strange?
Why write I still all one, ever the same,
And keep invention in a noted weed,
That every word doth almost tell my name,
Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
Oh, know, sweet love, I always write of you,
And you and love are still my argument.
So all my best is dressing old words new,
Spending again what is already spent:
For as the sun is daily new and old,
So is my love still telling what is told.
William Shakespeare (Sonnet LXXVI)