from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition
- n. A song or instrumental composition concerning, accompanying, or evoking daybreak.
- n. A poem or song of or about lovers separating at dawn.
from Wiktionary, Creative Commons Attribution/Share-Alike License
- n. A song or poem greeting or evoking the dawn.
- n. A morning love song; a song of lovers parting in the morning.
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- n. An open air concert in the morning, as distinguished from an evening serenade; also, a pianoforte composition suggestive of morning.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- n. In troubadour and similar music, a song or piece to be performed in the open air in the early morning, usually addressed to some special person; a musical announcement of dawn. See serenade.
- n. In modern music, a rarely used title for a short instrumental composition in lyric style.
Oh, guess what I found in my Dictionaire de la Langue Francaise when I looked up "aubade" - a song of the dawn?
The aubade is a poem about lovers parting in sorrow at dawn, and it’s a form dating back to the Elizabethan era, though I suspect this universal act of separation must have been commemorated in song long before then.
The serenade, which the French call "aubade", was a gift from above ... as is freedom, as is love.
The serenade, which the French call "aubade", was a gift from above... as is freedom, as is love.
Oh, and I also meant to mention that I believe "aubade" can mean a song to a bride on the morning of her wedding.
Fans of that old Cat Stevens song, "Morning Has Broken", will see it listed under the "aubade" section.
A naked woman is beautiful; to see her semi-dressed, and then guess at the rest, is most excellent too. 33, rue des Francs-Bourgeois, 4th, aubade.com
The fun way to learn French une aubade (oh-bad) : dawn serenade donner une aubade à quelqu'un = to serenade someone
It has a lament (“Lament”), an aubade (“Aubade for Brad”), and a pattern poem with lines that curve in and out like a slalom course (“Poetry Slalom”).
There is a melancholy in the modern world which looks with nostalgia to the days when magic ruled the world, and sunrise was a time of aubade, dusk a time for the canticles of evensong, when the elfin ships can be glimpsed by those with second sight against the fiery clouds, setting sail away from the mortal shores for worlds beyond the sunset, beyond the seas we know.
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