The definition for “Elegance” I think it would surprise you of just how many of these old Victorian homes are scattered all through out the United States and around the world! If I were younger and had a lot more money, a lot more money I would definitely be living in a Victorian house right now.
Barrow County, Georgia
If your wondering why I have posted Victorian houses on our poetry blog today, it’s because when I look at a Victorian home I see poetry. Every detail of these house were crafted with not just necessity but beauty. From the archways to the door knobs and door hinges it was pure art and pride…..pride, something that’s missing these days. To many, this kind of decor would be just too much, you know, too busy, also too much work and upkeep. Notice how many different colors are painted on one house. Folks were not afraid to express themselves. The homes had large beautiful porches and they made good use of them, totally awesome!
Queen Anne is the most elaborate and the most eccentric. The style is often called romantic and feminine, yet it is the product of a most unromantic era — the machine age. The Queen Anne style became fashionable in the 1880s and 1890s. https://www.thoughtco.com/queen-anne-architecture-in-the-usa-176003
Masterpieces of Victorian Architecture
Many people hear voices when no one is there. Some of them are called mad, and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called “writers” and they do pretty much the same thing.
While yet we wait for spring
While yet we wait for spring, and from the dry
And blackening east that so embitters March,
Well-housed must watch grey fields and meadows parch,
And driven dust and withering snowflake fly;
Already in glimpses of the tarnish’d sky
The sun is warm and beckons to the larch,
And where the covert hazels interarch
Their tassell’d twigs, fair beds of primrose lie.
Beneath the crisp and wintry carpet hid
A million buds but stay their blossoming;
And trustful birds have built their nests amid
The shuddering boughs, and only wait to sing
Till one soft shower from the south shall bid,
And hither tempt the pilgrim steps of spring.
Robert Seymour Bridges
(1844 – 1930) was a British poet.