Elegia per Philip Sidney

William Byrd (c1540 - 1623): Come to me, grief, for ever a 5 voci (pubblicato in Psalms, sonnets, and songs of sadness and piety to five parts, 1588, n. 34). Versione per canto e consort di viole: Emily van Evera, soprano; The Musicians of Swanne Alley.

Come to me, grief, for ever,
Come to me tears day and night,
Come to me plaint, ah helpless,
Just grief, heart tears, plaint worthy.

Go from me dread to die now
Go from me care to live more,
Go from me joys all on earth,
Sidney, O Sidney is dead.

He whom the Court adorned,
He whom the country courtesied,
He who made happy his friends,
He that did good to all men.

Sidney, the hope of lands strange,
Sidney, the flower of England,
Sidney, the spirit heroic,
Sidney id dead, O dead.

Dead? no, no, but renowed
With the anointed one,
Honour on earth at his feet,
Bliss everlasting his seat.

Come to grief for ever
Come to me tears day and night,
Come to me plaint, ah helpless,
Just grief, heart tears, plaint worthy.

Avevamo già incontrato sir Philip Sidney (1554 - 17 ottobre 1586), una delle menti più brillanti dell’Inghilterra elisabettiana, ricordando la sua storia d’amore con Penelope Devereux e ascoltando le tre composizioni su altrettante sue poesie (tratte da Astrophel and Stella) pubblicate nell’antologia A Musicall Banquet (1610) curata da Robert Dowland. Per altre informazioni su Sidney vi rimando all’interessantissimo blog di Luisa Zambrotta.


George Knapton (1698 - 1778): ritratto di sir Philip Sidney, da Isaac Oliver

A Musicall Banquet – VI. O dear life

 
Anonimo (XVI-XVII secolo): O dear life, when shall it be, ayre su testo di Philip Sidney (1554 - 1586) tratto da Astrophel and Stella (Tenth Song). Emma Kirkby, soprano; David Thomas, basso; The Consort of Musicke, dir. Anthony Rooley.

O dear life, when shall it be
That mine eyes thine eyes may see;
And in them thy mind discover,
Whether absence hath had force,
Thy remembrance to divorce
From the image of thy lover?

Or if I myself find not,
After [Though my] parting aught forgot:
Nor debarr’d from Beauty’s treasure,
Let no tongue aspire to tell
In what high joys I shall dwell,
Only Thought aims at the pleasure.

Thought, therefore, I will send thee
To take up the place for me:
Long I will not after tarry:
There, unseen, thou may’st be bold,
Those fair wonders to behold,
Which in them my hopes do carry.

Thought, see thou no place forbear,
Enter bravely everywhere;
Seize on all to her belonging:
But, if thou wouldst guarded be,
Fearing her beams, take with thee
Strength of liking, rage of longing.

O my thought! my thoughts surcease,
Thy delights my woes increase;
My life fleets with too much thinking:
Think no more, but die in me,
Till thou shalt revived be,
At her lips my nectar drinking.

È di autore ignoto anche il secondo brano su testo di Philip Sydney inserito da Robert Dowland nella raccolta A Musicall Banquet (Londra 1610, n. V).

la 10ª canzone di Astrophel and Stella ispirò anche William Byrd (c1540 - 1623), che sui versi di Sidney compose un partsong a 5 voci (pubblicato in Songs of sundrie natures, 1589, n. 33). L’ascoltiamo qui nella interpretazione a voce sola con ac­com­pa­gna­mento strumentale dei Musicians of Swanne Alley, solista il soprano Emily van Evera: