Come, sable night (John Ward)

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• (Posted 2022-03-05)  CPDL #68255:        (LilyPond)

Editor: Allen Garvin (submitted 2022-03-05).   Score information: Letter, 9 pages, 107 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC

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• (Posted 2017-03-01)  CPDL #43349:         

Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2017-03-01).   Score information: A4, 11 pages, 110 kB   Copyright: CPDL

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• (Posted 2007-01-01)  CPDL #13323:   

Editor: Diana Thompson (submitted 2007-01-01).   Score information: A4, 8 pages, 108 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: Includes piano reduction for rehearsal.

• (Posted 2005-11-15)  CPDL #10155:  PDF, MIDI and NoteWorthy Composer files available.

Editor: Vince M. Brennan (submitted 2005-11-15).   Score information: Letter, 11 pages, 115 kB   Copyright: Personal

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• (Posted 2005-08-30)  CPDL #09280:         

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General Information

Title: Come, sable night
Composer: John Ward

Number of voices: 6vv   Voicing: SSATTB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Original text and translations

English text Come, sable night, put on thy mourning stole, and help Amyntas sadly to condole. Behold, the sun hath shut his golden eye, the day is spent, and shades fair lights supply. All things in sweet repose their labours close; Only Amyntas wastes his hours in wailing, whilst all his hopes do faint, and life is failing.

German translation Komm, schwarze Nacht, leg an den Trauerschal, und hilf Amyntas klagen seine Qual, denn sieh‘, der Sonne gülden Aug‘ verblich, der Tag verging, das Licht den Schatten wich, und all’s in süßem Ruh’n beschließt sein Tun. Einzig Amyntas sich in Jammern wieget, da Hoffnung schwindet, Lebenskraft versieget. Translation by Gerhard Weydt