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Never weather-beaten sail (Thomas Campion)

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Editor: Christoph Dalitz (submitted 2006-12-10).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 32 kbytes    Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Includes the original lute tablature part and uses the orthography from the original print
Editor: Fernando Gómez Jácome (submitted 2004-07-03).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 52 kbytes    Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: lute part omitted
Editor: Steve Jones (submitted 2003-04-23).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 73 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: lute part omitted
Editor: Laura Conrad (submitted 1999-12-07).   Score information: Letter, 5 pages, 66 kbytes   Copyright: GnuGPL
Edition notes: in partbook format.

General Information

Title: Never Weather-beaten Sail
Composer: Thomas Campion
Lyricist: Thomas Campion

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: Renaissance lute in G
Published: around 1619 (the original print bears no year)

Description: From "Two Bookes of Ayres" No. XI in the first book

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Original text and translations

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Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.
Never tired pilgrim's limbs affected slumber more,
Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast:
O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest.

Ever blooming are the joys of Heaven's high Paradise.
Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes:
Glory there the sun outshines whose beams the blessed only see:
O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to thee!

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