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peaceinthestorm · 4 years

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Beatrice Glenavy (Elvery) (1881-1970, Irish) ~ From the Sea, n/d

[Source: artuk.org]

#beatrice glenavy #beatrice elvery #Irish art #from the sea

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pinkstarlightcomputer · 6 years

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Lady Beatrice Glenavy 1883–1968 Irish School

Happy Family c.1946 Watercolour on paper 39.5 x 45.0cm

#lady beatrice glenavy

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mirrorofjustice · 2 years

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A portrait of the Madonna as an Irishwoman ironing

Our Lady Ironing, hand colored print, Cuala Press, artist Beatrice Glenavy

#Mary #Christianity #art #Mary mother of god

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versey21 · 2 years

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22nd September

An Old Woman of the Roads by Padraic Colum

Colum was a celebrated twentieth century Irish poet and playwright. His rather sad poem, written from the perspective of a homeless woman, highlights the limits of her ambition - to own the things others take for granted.

Source: Cuala Press Print 236, Old Woman of the Roads by Beatrice Glenavy; WorthPoint

An Old Woman of the Roads

O, to have a little house!

To own the hearth and stool and all!

The heaped up sods upon the fire,

The pile of turf against the wall!

To have a clock with weights and chains

And pendulum swinging up and down!

A dresser filled with shining delph,

Speckled and white and blue and brown!

I could be busy all the day

Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor,

And fixing on their shelf again

My white and blue speckled store!

I could be quiet there at night

Beside the fire and by myself,

Sure of a bed and loth to leave

The ticking clock and the shining delph!

Och! but I’m weary of mist and dark,

And roads where there’s never a house nor bush,

And tired I am of bog and road,

And the crying wind and lonesome hush!

And I am praying to God on high,

And I am praying Him night and day,

For a little house - a house of my own -

Out of the wind’s and the rain’s way.

Although this poem could be read as one of envy or aspiration, despite its almost jaunty tone, it is actually a tale of poverty; the story of an elderly woman forced to tramp the lonely lanes of Ireland, for want of a roof over her head.

#poetry #ireland #poverty

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uvicspeccoll · 7 years

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Upcoming Exhibit: Dijit to Bridjit: A Selection of Letters from Sir William Orpen to Beatrice Elvery (Lady Glenavy)

Curated by Jeanne Cannizzo

Sir William Orpen (1878-1931) was one of Britain’s most successful society portraitists before the First World War, during which he worked as an artist on the Western Front. While at the Paris Peace conference he painted oil studies of several Canadian Expeditionary Force generals, including Sir Arthur W. Currie, onetime resident of Victoria.

An inveterate letter writer with a wide correspondence, Orpen illustrated many of his missives with self-deprecating drawings. Beatrice Elvery (1883-1970), later Lady Glenavy, first met Orpen when they were both students at Dublin’s Metropolitan School of Art. After he returned as a teacher, she modelled for him but focused her own work on sculpture. Orpen’s 1909 portrait of Beatrice, wearing his hat, reveals both her much admired mass of red hair and an impish smile. Today her stained glass windows in Irish churches are probably her best known works.

Dates: September 8-October 14, 2017

Location: Special Collections and University Archives, Mearns Centre for Learning—McPherson Library, Room A005

#JF #uvic #William Orpen #Lady Glenavy #Beatrice Elvery

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mermaidenmystic · 4 years

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From the sea ~ 1930′s ~ Lady Beatrice Glenavy (Irish surrealist painter, stained glass artist and sculptor, 1881-1970)

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humanitiesideas · 3 years

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@humanitiesideas: "Feeling down and blue; it's hard to think about what other people are living through and what they do. So here's a poem about a woman without a home, perhaps hope is how she can cope.": An Old Woman of the Roads By #Poet Pádraic Colum (1881-1972) O, to have a little house! To own the hearth and stool and all! The heaped up sods against the fire, The pile of turf against the wall! To have a clock with weights and chains And pendulum swinging up and down! A dresser filled with shining delph, Speckled and white and blue and brown! I could be busy all the day Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor, And fixing on their shelf again My white and blue and speckled store! I could be quiet there at night Beside the fire and by myself, Sure of a bed and loth to leave The ticking clock and the shining delph! Och! but I'm weary of mist and dark, And roads where there's never a house nor bush, And tired I am of bog and road, And the crying wind and the lonesome hush! And I am praying to God on high, And I am praying Him night and day, For a little house - a house of my own Out of the wind's and the rain's way. Illustrator [Lady Beatrice Glenavy ?] Cuala Press Prints Date Range 1908 - 1946

#poem #poetry #poet #illustrator #homeless #hope

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alsa49 · 4 years

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