Biografia:
John Dowland (1563 – 20 de Fevereiro de 1626), foi um músico, alaudista, inglês, do período renascentista, contemporâneo do escritor William Shakespeare. Hoje é lembrado pela grande melancolia em suas músicas vocais. Sua música instrumental passou por uma grande revitalização, tendo sido incluída no repertório de violonistas eruditos durante o século XX.
Muito pouco se sabe dos primórdios da vida de Dowland, mas é dito que nasceu em Londres.
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Outras músicas:
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Verse 1:
G C G Am7 D7 G
Come again! sweet love doth now invite
Am G D
Thy graces that refrain
G A D
To do me due delight,
G Am Bm C D G Am
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,
G C D Am C D G
With thee again in sweetest sympathy.
G Am Bm C D G Am
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,
G C D Am C D G
With thee again in sweetest sympathy.
Verse 2:
G C G Am7 D7 G
Come again! that I may cease to mourn
Am G D
Through thy un-kind disdain;
G A D
For now left and forlorn
G Am Bm C D G Am
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
G C D Am C D G
In deadly pain and endless misery.
G Am Bm C D G Am
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
G C D Am C D G
In deadly pain and endless misery.
Verse 3:
G C G Am7 D7 G
All the day the sun that lends me shine
Am G D
By frowns do cause me pine
G A D
And feeds me with delay;
G Am Bm C D G Am
Her smiles, my springs, that makes my joys to grow,
G C D Am C D G
Her frowns the Winters of my woe.
G Am Bm C D G Am
Her smiles, my springs, that makes my joys to grow,
G C D Am C D G
Her frowns the Winters of my woe.
Verse 4:
G C G Am7 D7 G
All the night my sleeps are full of dreams,
Am G D
My eyes are full of streams.
G A D
My heart takes no delight
G Am Bm C D G Am
To see the fruits and joys that some do find
G C D Am C D G
And mark the storms are me assign'd.
G Am Bm C D G Am
To see the fruits and joys that some do find
G C D Am C D G
And mark the storms are me assign'd.
Verse 5:
G C G Am7 D7 G
Out alas, my faith is e - ver true,
Am G D
Yet will she never rue
G A D
Nor yield me any grace;
G Am Bm C D G Am
Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made,
G C D Am C D G
Whom tears nor truth may o - nce invade.
G Am Bm C D G Am
Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made,
G C D Am C D G
Whom tears nor truth may o - nce invade.
Verse 6:
G C G Am7 D7 G
Gentle Love, draw forth thy wounding dart,
Am G D
Thou canst not pierce her heart;
G A D
For I, that do approve
G Am Bm C D G Am
By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafts
G C D Am C D G
Did tempt while she for triumph laughs.
G Am Bm C D G Am
By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafts
G C D Am C D G
Did tempt while she for triumph laughs.
G C G Am7 D7 G
Come again! sweet love doth now invite
Am G D
Thy graces that refrain
G A D
To do me due delight,
G Am Bm C D G Am
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,
G C D Am C D G
With thee again in sweetest sympathy.
G Am Bm C D G Am
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,
G C D Am C D G
With thee again in sweetest sympathy.
Verse 2:
G C G Am7 D7 G
Come again! that I may cease to mourn
Am G D
Through thy un-kind disdain;
G A D
For now left and forlorn
G Am Bm C D G Am
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
G C D Am C D G
In deadly pain and endless misery.
G Am Bm C D G Am
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
G C D Am C D G
In deadly pain and endless misery.
Verse 3:
G C G Am7 D7 G
All the day the sun that lends me shine
Am G D
By frowns do cause me pine
G A D
And feeds me with delay;
G Am Bm C D G Am
Her smiles, my springs, that makes my joys to grow,
G C D Am C D G
Her frowns the Winters of my woe.
G Am Bm C D G Am
Her smiles, my springs, that makes my joys to grow,
G C D Am C D G
Her frowns the Winters of my woe.
Verse 4:
G C G Am7 D7 G
All the night my sleeps are full of dreams,
Am G D
My eyes are full of streams.
G A D
My heart takes no delight
G Am Bm C D G Am
To see the fruits and joys that some do find
G C D Am C D G
And mark the storms are me assign'd.
G Am Bm C D G Am
To see the fruits and joys that some do find
G C D Am C D G
And mark the storms are me assign'd.
Verse 5:
G C G Am7 D7 G
Out alas, my faith is e - ver true,
Am G D
Yet will she never rue
G A D
Nor yield me any grace;
G Am Bm C D G Am
Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made,
G C D Am C D G
Whom tears nor truth may o - nce invade.
G Am Bm C D G Am
Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made,
G C D Am C D G
Whom tears nor truth may o - nce invade.
Verse 6:
G C G Am7 D7 G
Gentle Love, draw forth thy wounding dart,
Am G D
Thou canst not pierce her heart;
G A D
For I, that do approve
G Am Bm C D G Am
By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafts
G C D Am C D G
Did tempt while she for triumph laughs.
G Am Bm C D G Am
By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafts
G C D Am C D G
Did tempt while she for triumph laughs.
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