Renaissance Era

Music: Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina (c. 1525 - 1594)

Art: Sandro Botticelli (c. 1445 – 1510)

Poetry: William Shakespeare (1564 -1616)

(Find all notebooking pages for these lessons under "Everything.")

Monday:

Listen

Palestrina also composed secular madrigals, hymns, and a set of motets.

Here are some of his motets:

Fill out Music Appreciation Listening Sheet(s).

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Tuesday:

Study

"Madonna and Child" c. 1470 Painting

Fill out Art Appreciation Sheet answering some of the questions about the painting.

Listen to some of yesterday's music again to fill the rest of your time.

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Wednesday:

Listen

Listen again Palestrina's motets:

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Thursday:

Study

"The Adoration of the Magi" c. 1478/1482 Painting

Listen to some of yesterday's music again to fill the rest of your time.

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Friday:

Read and Study

Sonnet 30:

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
And weep afresh love’s long since cancell’d woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish’d sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor’d and sorrows end.

Watch

Read and Study

Sonnet 33:

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine,
With all triumphant splendour on my brow;
But out, alack, he was but one hour mine,
The region cloud hath mask’d him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven’s sun staineth.

Watch

Copy the poems on the Poetry Appreciation Sheet and answer questions about the poems.

Listen to this week's music again to fill the rest of your time.