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Friday, December 30, 2011

Joseph Farquharson - A Winter's Morning, Ferdinando Carulli - Etude

Sorry this post is late this week ....  Hope you're still enjoying Joseph Farquaharson's work - today's painting is called "A Winter's Morning".  He seemed to like painting the wonderful colors of sunrise and sunset on snow.  Notice again the light and sky colors reflected in the water under the bridge.  I thought the  birds were a fun touch, too.

A Winters Morning - Joseph Farquharson

We continue with the beautiful and peaceful guitar music of Ferdinando Carulli - today's piece is Etude
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0btBVhYx3E

I hope you aren't tiring of Amy Carmichael yet, she has so many wonderful and inspiring poems!!

                LET US LOOK UP
Great God of strength and quietness,
Of heights undreamed, of depths profound,
Our poor endeavors shame us less
Than thoughts that often hedge us round:

Our noisy, vain imaginings,
Our busy fears, when we might rise
Serene as on an eagle's wings.
And taste the bliss of heavenly skies.

Thine angels swift, obedient,
Who do Thy pleasure joyfully,
Are round about us, well content
To succor one beloved by Thee.

And Thou our God dost on us wait,
Attentive to our lightest call;
Thy gentleness would make us great
were we not set on being small.

Forgive us, Lord; in us renew
A faith that cannot fear mischance;
Let us look up and see the blue,
The love light on Thy countenance.

Oh, never never let us be
As those who have not heard the voice
That calls to us perpetually;
Rejoice; again I say, Rejoice!

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Joseph Farquharson - Gathering Winter Fuel, Ferdinando Carulli - Concerto for Flute and Guitar, and Amy Carmichael - The Wise Men, The King in a Manger and God's Thread

I'm posting today's painting by Joseph Farqaharson twice as I found two quite different versions of it.  The second one looks like his colors and soft textures, but the first gives more detail.  I hope you enjoy them both.  There are many little details to take in and remember.


Gathering Winter Fuel

Today's piece of music by Ferdinando Carulli is Concerto for Flute and Guitar.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EFXrbjuataA

There are some interesting and challenging ideas in the following poem by Amy Carmichael - missionary to India


 GOD'S THREAD
"An ill dread is hanging over me,
Slung on a single strand of cobweb thread.
I do not know how I can live today
The usual life of common duties, turn
A calm front to the day's perplexities,
A smile upon its small, persistent cares--
While inwardly a raging fear devours
Courage in mouthfuls; and my chariot wheels
Drag heavily; and gladness flies from me,
leaving me standing shivering on the edge
Of unknown desolation; and all things
Look dark to me.  O God, Thou knowest my fear;
Go Thou not far from me lest trouble be near."

"An ill thou dreadest hanging over thee,
Slung on a single silken strand of cobweb thread--
Think: Is it cobweb thread? No spider of chance
Spun that fine-twined thread from out herself
In blind obedience to some unknown law.
But I, thy God, thy Father, spun that thread
Whose very substance is My eternal will,
My eternal Love.  And in My hand I hold
The further end and guard its whole long length
From human intermeddling. I may use
Some visible hand to operate and loose
The seeming ill, but I alone am He
With whom thou hast to do.  And I, thy God,
The Father of Lights in whom no variableness
Nor shadow cast by turning ever was,
Am with thee, to be light to all thy days,
Even to the end.  Therefore, thou wilt be strong
And more than conqueror; for I am here:
I go not from My own when trouble is near."

And two for Christmas:


               THE KING IN A MANGER
When the morning stars sang together, and all
The sons of God shouted for joy,
He was there--who was laid in a manger made
For little calves of the stall:
  The King, the King of Eternity,
  Laid His glory by for thee and for me.


Who hung the round world upon nothing--He lay
A babe on His mother's lap.
Who made of the clouds swaddling bands for the sea,
Her gentle hands did Him wrap:
  The king, the King of Eternity,
  Laid His glory by for thee and for me.


Oh, well may we love our kingly Lord,
Oh, well may we love our King
Who for love of us all became weak and small
As any baby thing.
  The King, the King of Eternity,
  Laid His glory by for thee 


    THE WISE MEN
Once a star rose in the sky,
Silver star of mystery,
But the wise men, pondering, knew
What it said that they must do.

So, in that first Christmastide,
On their camels they did ride--
Rode to far Jerusalem,
Rode to farther Bethlehem;

Found the little, precious child,
On the ground before Him piled
Gold and frankincense and myrrh;
Hailed Him Royal Conqueror.

Once again, led by a Star,
Do we come from near and far,
Drawn by Love's beloved cords,
Hail our Savior, Lord of lords.

And as holy seraphim
Veil their faces, worship Him,
Pray we now this Christmas grace--
Reverence as we seek His Face.




Friday, December 16, 2011

Joseph Farqueharson, Carulli - Waltz Allegretto

I like the way the colors in the sky reflect in the water in this painting by Joseph Farqueharson.

























Today's music by the Italian composer Ferdinado Carulli is a Waltz - Allegretto.  I hope you enjoy this peaceful piece.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_iA9Pr9bwc&feature=related

Two more Amy Carmichael poems from  Mountain Breezes:

       I WANT TO CLIMB
I want to climb the air;
I want to find the stair,
But I cannot find itanywhere.

I know quite well there are
Great things up there--far, far;
I should like to stand upon a star.


But though I cannot go
So far away, quite low
Many little, lovely, dear things grow.


          A QUIET MIND
What room is there for troubled fear?
I know my Lord, and He is near;
And He will light my candle, so
That I may see the way to go.
  O Love, O Light, I sing to Thee,
  And in my heart make melody.


There need be no bewilderment
To one who goes where he is sent;
The trackless plain by night and day
Is setwith signs lest he should stray.
  O Love, O Light, I sing to Thee.
  And in my heartmakemelody.


My path may cross a waste of sea,
But that need never frighten me;
Or rivers full to very brim,
But they are open ways to Him,
  O Love, O Light, I sing to Thee,
  And in my heart make melody.


My path may lead through woods atnight,
Where neither moon nor any light
Of guiding star or beacon shin3es;
He will not letme missmy signs,
  O Love, O Light, I sing to Thee,
  And in my heart make melody.


Lord, grant to me a quiet mind,
That trusting Thee--for Thou art kind--
I may go on without a fear,
For Thou, my Lord, art always near.
  O Love, O Light, I sing to Thee,
  And in my heart make melody.

Friday, December 9, 2011

Joseph Farquharson, Ferdinando Carulli,

Another beautiful painting by Joseph Farquharson.  Again it includes sheep and the wonderful pastel colors on the snow.  Note his use of light and color.

Joseph Farquharson
And the Sun Peeped O'er Yon Southland Hills



Today's musical piece by Ferdinando Carulli is Andantino in G
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbJsL1g2HL

More of Amy Carmichael's wonderful poetry this week

   OUR STRONG CAPTAIN
                      (I Kings 20:27)

Like two little flocks of kids,
We are scattered on the hill;
Of what avail our puny might?
Of what avail our skill?

But with us is the Lord of Hosts:
He is the Lamb that was slain;
What matter though the Syrians fill
The valley and the plain!

       GOD'S LAUGH
         (Psalm 2:4-6)
Thou art here--Emmanuel;
Therefore shall the evil fall.
Rage the powers of death and hell?
Laugh the hosts satanical?
But the Lord shall laugh at them;
Short their day and fleeting fast.
And the Child of Bethlehem
Shall be King at last, at last.

Friday, December 2, 2011

Joseph Farquharson - The Shortening Winter's Day, Ferdinando Carulli and

I'd like to introduce you to a new artist this week -
Joseph Farquharson. Joseph Farquharson who was from Scottland painted in both oil and watercolor.  As a child, he used his father's paint box on Saturdays which was the only day his father allowed him to paint.  When he turned 12 his father bought him his first paints and only a year later he exhibited his first painting at the Royal Scottish Academy.  His paintings often include sheep.


File:The shortening winter's day is near a close Farquharson.jpg
The Shortening Winter's Day is Near a Close
 Note the wonderful pastel colors Farquharson uses to depict the snow shadows and sheep's wool.


Our new composer is Ferdinando Carulli.   The following is a quote from Wikipedia   Maria Meinrado Francesco Pascale Rosario Carulli (Naples, 9 February 1770 – Paris, 17 February 1841) was an Italian composer for classical guitar and the author of the first complete classical guitar method, which continues to be used today. He wrote a variety of works for classical guitar, including concertos and chamber works. He was an extremely prolific writer for guitar, composing over 400 works for the instrument in the space of 12 years.   


To read more use the following links:  


http://www.classical.net/music/comp.lst/carulli.php


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ferdinando_Carulli


This week's piece of music by Ferdinando Carulli is Andante in A Minor. You can listen on the following You-tube link.  


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OdGFyrs5j8c


Our Amy Carmichael poems for this week follow.  I hope you are enjoying her works as much as I am.  


THE MOON RAINBOW
It was a chilly night
  At the end of a showery day,
And the air was full of a silver light
   And rain like the dust of spray.


And softly the woodland folk
  Moved here and there; and, dumb,
The night-bird flew; and suddenly broke
  Through the silence, a voice calling, "Come."


And we stood in the dim moonshine
  And saw a wonder grow
Like a moonflower's delicate, curving line,
  A floating phantom bow.


The glimmering colors hung
  Over mountain, forest and stream.
Was ever a radiance so lightly flung
  In a faint and vanishing dream?


What lay beyond?  We shall know
  When the King of Eternity,
Whose fingers fashioned the moon rainbow,
  Calls, "Children, come and see."


     THE WISE MEN


Once a star rose in the sky,
Silver star of mystery,
But the wise men, pondering, knew
What it said that they must do.


So, in that first Christmastide,
On their camels they did ride--
Rode to far Jerusalem,
Rode to farther Bethlehem;


Found the little, precious child,
On the ground before Him piled
Gold and frankincense and myrrh;
Hailed Him Royal Conqueror.


Once again, led by a Star.
Do we come from near and far,
Drawn by Love's beloved cords,
Hail our Savior, Lord of lords.


And as holy Seraphim
Veil their faces, worship Him,
Pray we now this Christmas grace--
Reverence as we seek His Face.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Elizabeth Gardner Bouguereau - Young Girl With a Basket of Grapes, Beethoven Piano Concerto 5 Movement 1 Allegro, Amy Carmichael

Elizabeth Jane Gardner Bouguereau
Young Girl With a Basket of Grapes by
Elizabeth Gardner Bouguereau


Ludwig Von Beethoven - Piano Concerto 5 Movement 1 Allegro
Part 1 -  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5C7dtuikFE
Part 2 -  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DQ_zj_SjuQ&feature=related

More of Amy Carmichael's wonderful poetry:


    JOY COMES SINGING
Lord, I would take Thy comfortings
  With both hands gratefuly,
And grief's dark overshadowings,
  As lightly as may be--
For they belong to evenings;
  Joy comes with day to me,
Comes running with the day to me.


Although my wayside inn at night
  May harbor grief as guest,
With dawn he swiftly takes his flight--
  And like a bird to nest,
Dear joy comes singing with delight,
  As she comes home to rest;
Dear joy comes singing home to rest.


               ILLUMINATION
The Sky
In me is light:
Consider well my sun, his rise, his setting;
My glory of noon.
Let there be no forgetting
My sparkling dust of stars; my exceeding bright
And quiet moon;
My swift, forked lightnings.  Where, if not in me,
Is there illumination?  Filled am I
With light that passeth all things.
    Thus, the sky.


The Sea
In me is light:
Most wondrous is the glory of my gleaming;
My waterways,
With delicate sunbeams dreaming
In intricate, netted dances do unite.
My very haze
Is luminous; and my night is lit with lamps
Mysteriously moving.  Yea, in me
Is all illumination.
     Thus, the sea.


The Earth
In me is light:
My flowers are dressed in garments light-enwoven'
My creatures reign
Royal in colors.  Cloven
By fire or frost, my substance, depth or height,
Discovers vein
On vein of lustrous metals, jewel beds,
Hidden illumination.  All the mirth
O lightsome things possess I.
     Thus, the earth.
  *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   
I listen to the voices of the sky;
I listen to the voices of the sea;
The earth, with all her various loveliness, sings
Sweet songs to me.
But something in me wanders wistful still,
Unsatisfied;
Beyond the light of earth and sea and sky
Is there no light beside?
I stand outside life's shining palace halls,
Disconsolate;
Will no one come, interpret mysteries,
Unlock the gate?
*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *    *   *   *   *   
After this I looked, and behold,
A door was opened in heaven.
And by desire made bold,
Forward I ran, and saw the ColorsSeven
Entangled as a rainbow caught in spray,
Over-arch the way;
Whence issued pure, foam-white,
From fountain springs of light,
The exhaustless love of the Lord.
(O rich reward
For poverty of yearning!)
Glowing, burning,
I had felt the heats of the world's brilliance pass;
As withered grass
They left me, scorched by the very glow.


No penetrating 
Through the last layers of the dusty clod
I call my soul, the love of God,
Lover of lovers, came
Keen as a flame,
Illuminating
By that strange, spiritual brightness, my waste lands.
And lo,
The whole wide world did to my Lover sing
In colors; even the desert sands
Were quickened and were green, recovering
All in a moment, verdure.  And a rain
Mixed with the light, swept by and cleansed the air.


Oh, it was beautiful,
Beyond the reach
Of mind to think it, heart to adore it--
Beautiful.
All previous lights paled utterly before it.
I stood upon the beach
Of infinite joys and gazed
And gazed again,
All humbled and amazed
By the tumultous rush of mine own happiness
And only knew to bless
The Giver and confess
Myself content to be forever there.


Till a familiar voice came unto me and said:
"Although life shed
Her visible glories, still do thou believe.
Doubt not what thou hast seen; rather, retrieve
Thine own--for no decptive dream,
To fade or fail,
That vision beautiful.
But thou must learn to prevail 
By force of faith.  Be humble, dutiful,
Sincere, without offence,
And quick to penitence;
And put far from thee vanity and lies,
Thy stedfast eyes
Set on the invisible.  And know
Assuredly: above, below,
Behind the changes of thy changeful heart,
Behind the fluctuations of thy will,
Uninfluenced by the influences of time,
The love of the Lord, once thine,
Continues with thee.  Part
In no wise from this assurance; let it fill
Thy being with its gladness.  In thy God
Learn thou to hold thee still.


"Then, in those desperate moments when there slips
Sense of possession from thee,
And fear strips
Feeling from off thee,
And thou standest alone--
Then, then, oh be it known
Through to the core of thee, that Love remains!
For no bewildering pains
Of life or death can wrest her from thee,
No, not even stains
Or shadows of thy sin dim her illumination;
Her tranquility
Shaming thy restlessness,
Her light, like to a pearl most precious."


Fell quietness then, and hushed me.  All creation
Lay  back from me, as owning
Itself surpassed. And as a homing,
Tired bird returns into her nest,
My soul returned unto her rest.





Thursday, November 17, 2011

Elizabeth Gardener Bouguereau - The Imprudent Girl, Ludwig Von Beethoven,- Spring and Amy Carmichael

What do you think is the story behind this painting by
Elizabeth Gardner Bouguereau?
Elizabeth Jane Gardner Bouguereau
The Imprudent Girl by Elizabeth Gardner Bouguereau


Ludwig Van Beethoven's Spring Sonata for Violin and Piano I Allegro is a beautiful piece.  I hope you enjoy it.

Poems by Amy Carmichael


          WHAT IS DISCIPLINE
When I refuse the easy thing for love of my dear Lord,
And when I choose the harder thing for love of my dear Lord,
And do not make a fuss or speak a single grumbling word;
  That is discipline.


When everything seems going wrong and yet I will not grouse,
When it is hot, and I am tired, and yet I will not grouse,
But sing a song and do my work in school and in the house;
  That is discipline.


When Satan whispers, "Scamp your work"--to say to him, "I won't,"
When Satan whispers, "Slack a bit"--to say to him, "I won't,"
To rule myself and not to wait for others' "Do" and "Don't";
  That is discipline.


When I look up and triumph over every sinful thing,
The things that no one knows about--the cowardly, selfish thing--
And when with heart and will I live to please my glorious King;
  That is discipline.


To trample on that curious thing inside me that says "I,"
To think of others always--never, never of that "I,"
To learn to live according to my Savior's word, "Deny";
  That is discipline.


   I WANT TO CLIMB
I want to climb the air;
I want to find the stair,
But I cannot find it anywhere.


I know quite well there are
Great things up there--far, far;
I should like to stand upon a star.


But though I cannot go
So far away, quite low
Many little, lovely, dear things grow.


    JOY IN THE MORNING
As surely as the shadows of night
Give way to the splendor of morning,
So, sorrow may lodge for a night,
But joy shall come in the morning.


O Giver of songs in the night,
O Lord of the stars of the morning,
We praise Thee, for Thou art our Light,
And Thy kindness is new every morning.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Elizabeth Gardener Bouguereau - The Farmer's Daughter, Ludwig Von Beethoven-- Moonlight Sonata

Elizabeth Jane Gardner Bouguereau
The Farmer's Daughter by Elizabeth Gardner Bouguereau
Notice all the variety in the chickens that this girl is feeding and the wonderful use of color and repetition of red throughout this painting by Elisabeth Gardner Bouguereau.


Today's piece by Ludwig Van Beethoven is called Moonlight.  Can you "hear" moonlight when you listen to this piece?  
You can listen to it at the following link:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Tr0otuiQuU&feature=related or watch it played here:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NqjOQIwKsGA

Amy Carmichael poems for this week are:


           THE KING IN THE MANGER
When the morning stars sang together, and all
The sons of God shouted for joy,
He was there--who was laid in a manger made
For teh little calves of the stall:
  The king, the King of Eternity,
  Laid His glory by for thee and for me.


Who hung the round world upon nothing--He lay
A babe on His mother's lap.
Who made of the clouds swaddling bands for the sea,
Her gentle hands did Him wrap:
  The King, the King of Eternity,
  Laid His glory by for thee and for me.


Oh, well may we love our kingly Lord,
Oh, well may we love our King
Who for love of us all became weak and small
As any baby thing.
  The King, the King of Eternity,
  Laid His glory by for thee and for me.


          ANTS: A CHILD'S QUESTION
Each has its little life to live;
Each has its death to die.
But each is such a minute speck of life
That though we may fervently try,
We cannot concern ourselves very much
Whether it live of die.


Are we as minute to the angels who look
Down from their place in the sky?
Do the great people there
Very greatly care
Whether we laugh or cry?
To them are we mere little atoms of life
That are born, grow old, and die?


No, no.
It is not so:
For One who is higher than they 
Took flesh of our flesh and stooped to die
In pitiful, human way.


And ever since that wonderful day
When the Highest lifted us high,
To the angels we are not common clay,
Not morsels and motes to come and to go,
But beings beloved, in whom they know
Is the mystic seed of eternity:
They see in us that which yet shall be.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Elizabeth Gardener Bouguereau -

 I thought this painting by Elizabeth Gardener Bouguereau of the two girls feeding the bird was fun.  What kind of fruit do you think the girls are feeding the bird?  


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQVeaIHWWck


Ludwig Von Beethoven wrote the following beautiful and peaceful piece of music called "Pathetique" Sonata in C minor II Adagio Cantabile.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XBbF8tsNQ7k


I hope you have been enjoying the poetry of Amy Carmichael as much as I have!  Here are two more of her works.


                   FOR JESUS
Jesus, Savior, dost Thou see
When I'm doing things for Thee?
Common things, not great and grand:
Carrying stones, and earth and sand?


"I did common work, you know,
Many, many years ago;
And I don't forget.  I see
Everything you do for Me."


               JESUS' WAYS
If Jesus built a ship,
   She would travel trim;
If Jesus roofed a barn,
   No leaks would be left by Him;
If Jesus planted a garden,
   He would make it like Paradise;
If Jesus did my day's work,
   It would delight His Father's eyes.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

I like how Elizabeth Gardener Bouguereau has painted David giving the honor for his victory of the lion to the LORD.

Elizabeth Jane Gardner Bouguereau

How often we have "lions" in our lives that need to be fought in the strength of the LORD!  Then we can give Him the glory....

Our piece of music this week from Ludwig Van Beethoven is Fur Elise (for Elise) a well-known favorite of many.  You listen on You-Tube here:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_UOuSklNL4&feature=related

Poetry by Amy Carmichael - 


          THE IMPOSSIBLE
For all that seems impossible,
   For all things hard,
I thank Thee who art my exceeding Joy
   And great Reward.


For what I have not strength to do,
   Where I must fail,
All glory to the Victor in the fight,
   Who will prevail.


      THE FAITHFUL SHEPHERD
As the faithful shepherd toileth,
   Through the briars, up the steep,
Lest some evil prowler spoileth
   His poor foolish wandering sheep,


So, great Shepherd, would we, caring
   For each several precious one,
Something of Thy travail sharing,
   Seek Thy sheep till set of sun.


Only twelve short hours--oh, never
   Let the sense of urgency
Die in us, Good Shepherd, ever
   Let us search the hills with Thee.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Elizabeth Gardener Bouguereau - The Shepherd-David, Ludwig Van Beethoven - Fur Elise, and Amy Carmichael

I like how Elizabeth Gardener Bouguereau has painted David giving the honor for his victory of the lion to the LORD.

Elizabeth Jane Gardner Bouguereau

Our piece of music this week from Ludwig Van Beethoven is Fur Elise (for Elise) a well-known favorite of many.  You listen on You-Tube here:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_UOuSklNL4&feature=related

Poetry by Amy Carmichael


          THE IMPOSSIBLE
For all that seems impossible,
   For all things hard,
I thank Thee who art my exceeding Joy
   And great Reward.


For what I have not strength to do,
   Where I must fail,
All glory to the Victor in the fight,
   Who will prevail.


      THE FAITHFUL SHEPHERD
As the faithful shepherd toileth,
   Through the briars, up the steep,
Lest some evil prowler spoileth
   His poor foolish wandering sheep,


So, great Shepherd, would we, caring
   For each several precious one,
Something of Thy travail sharing,
   Seek Thy sheep till set of sun.


Only twelve short hours--oh, never
   Let the sense of urgency
Die in us, Good Shepherd, ever
   Let us search the hills with Thee.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Elizabeth Gardener Bouguereau - Soap Bubbles, Ludwig Von Beethoven,

New poems by Amy Carmichael today.  Hope you enjoy the painting and music again.  How is this working out for you all?  Would you prefer a new painting and piece of music weekly or do you prefer having them for two consecutive weeks as we've been doing?  I'd like to hear from you what would work best for you.  Thanks
  This week's painting is Soap Bubbles by
Elizabeth Gardner Bouguereau.
Soap Bubbles by Elizabeth Gardner Bouguereau
This week's music by Ludwig Van Beethoven  is Symphony #9.  You can watch it here along with beautiful scenery:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YAOTCtW9v0M&feature=related

Most of the poetry of Amy Carmichael that we are featuring is for young people but I highly recommend all of her work.  She was deeply devoted to the LORD and wrote beautiful poetry.  She didn't shrink from painful or disappointing experiences but saw them as a part of God's plan and a fellowship in His sufferings, a taking up of her cross. You can read all of her work in Mountain Breezes which is a collection of her work.


             BUBBLES
What are bubbles made of?  Tell me:
   Diamond flashes?
      Film of pearls?
See, the smooth green water curls
   Round the shoulder
      Of a boulder;
         Something shatters,
            Something Scatters,
               Dances on the polished floor;
More and more
   Come and go;
      Underflow
         Of swift water hurries past;
Bubbles frolic on it, last
   Just a moment; others run
      In their myriads, and are spun
         Down the shining, sunlit river,
            On and on, and on forever.


              OURS FOREVER
All that was ever ours is ours forever:
Glory of greenwood and the shining river,
Joy of companionship of kindred mind;
All, all is ours.  It is not left behind
Among the withered things that must decay;
It is stored up for us, somewhere, and for another day.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Elizabeth Gardener Bouguereau, Ludwig Von Beethoven, 5th Symphony, Amy Carmichael - Wonderland


I've put much of the wonderful classical pieces we've been enjoying on this blog onto the playlist at the very bottom of this blog.  Feel free to scroll down and use it as a pop-out player to continue listening to this music throughout the day.  

In the Woods
We've looked at William Adolphe Bouguereau now I'd like to feature paintings by his second wife, Elisabeth.  I think her paintings are very similar to her husbands and I like them a lot!  As with his work hers is realistic.  This painting makes me want to know what they were so quietly watching. The following is a brief biographical paragraph from the Art Renewal Center Museum.  You can visit that site at the link following the paragraph.  
ELIZABETH GARDENER BOUGUEREAU was an American from New Hampshire who studied with William Bouguereau, later to become his second wife after the death of his first wife Nellie a few years prior. Her art historical influence is very significant, as she undoubtedly played a role in persuading her husband to use his influence as President of the Academy, Head of the Salon, and President of the Legion d'Honneur, to convince the Academie Julien (and a few years later the École des Beaux Arts) to open their doors to women for the first time in history.


The next composer I would like to feature is Ludwig Van Beethoven. 
 
The following link has a biographical sketch of his life and you can also listen to a lot of his works there.  http://www.lvbeethoven.com/Bio/BiographyLudwig.html

The first piece I would like to feature is from Beethoven's 5th Symphony.  You can listen and watch it performed on the following you-tube link:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6K_IuBsRM4


Our poem this week by Amy Carmichael is 


                 Wonderland
Lord, Thy little children stand
   At the opeing of the day
Bordering on Wonderland.


Very near to us it lies,
   Gathers round us as we play,
Waiting for our seeing eyes.


Wonderland is everywhere;
   Can we go where it is not?
When we go, we find Thee there.


And Thou art so very kind;
   Thou hast never once forgot
To put things for us to find.


Oh, a thousand voices call,
   "Come and find what has been hidden;
All the world's a Wonder-ball."


Father, may we take Thy hand?
   We will do as we are bidden.
Come with us to Wonderland.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Elizabeth Gardener Bouguereau, Ludwig Von Beethoven, 5th Symphony, Amy Carmichael - Wonderland

In the Woods
We've looked at William Adolphe Bouguereau now I'd like to feature paintings by his second wife, Elisabeth.  I think her paintings are very similar to her husbands and I like them a lot!  As with his work hers is realistic.  This painting makes me want to know what they were so quietly watching. The following is a brief biographical paragraph from the Art Renewal Center Museum.  You can visit that site at the link following the paragraph.  
ELIZABETH GARDENER BOUGUEREAU was an American from New Hampshire who studied with William Bouguereau, later to become his second wife after the death of his first wife Nellie a few years prior. Her art historical influence is very significant, as she undoubtedly played a role in persuading her husband to use his influence as President of the Academy, Head of the Salon, and President of the Legion d'Honneur, to convince the Academie Julien (and a few years later the École des Beaux Arts) to open their doors to women for the first time in history.


The next composer I would like to feature is Ludwig Van Beethoven. 
 
The following link has a biographical sketch of his life and you can also listen to a lot of his works there.  http://www.lvbeethoven.com/Bio/BiographyLudwig.html

The first piece I would like to feature is from Beethoven's 5th Symphony.  You can listen and watch it performed on the following you-tube link:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6K_IuBsRM4


Our poem this week by Amy Carmichael is 


                 Wonderland
Lord, Thy little children stand
   At the opeing of the day
Bordering on Wonderland.


Very near to us it lies,
   Gathers round us as we play,
Waiting for our seeing eyes.


Wonderland is everywhere;
   Can we go where it is not?
When we go, we find Thee there.


And Thou art so very kind;
   Thou hast never once forgot
To put things for us to find.


Oh, a thousand voices call,
   "Come and find what has been hidden;
All the world's a Wonder-ball."


Father, may we take Thy hand?
   We will do as we are bidden.
Come with us to Wonderland.