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'''External websites:''' http://www.graymichael.com
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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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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: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

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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

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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)