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Masterpieces of Victorian Architecture

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.

These Old Houses: Beautiful Classic Homes Currently on the Market in Barrow County-0

Barrow County, Georgia

Bremond Block Historic District (Austin, Texas) - Wikipedia 

  Austin Texas

c. 1900 Victorian, Moberly, Missouri | Beautiful Victorian ...

              Moberly, Missouri    

Classic Victorian home | Cooperstown NY home. | woodfin ...

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.

                 Masterpieces of Victorian Architecture

entranceway to the Calhoun Mansion built in 1876, Charleston, South Carolina

Entrance way to the Calhoun Mansion built in 1876, Charleston, South Carolina, also called a foyer. I love foyers, the one below would be my choice. Foyers were and still are as big as a large bedroom in today’s
The Calhoun Mansion, the largest residence in Charleston, has 35 rooms, a grand ballroom, Japanese water gardens, and 23 fireplaces. Can you imagine living here!!

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Ice Skating

Children Skating Painting by Percy Tarrant
People love to go skating, across the ice;
It may be rather chilly, but it’s just so nice.
People wrapped up in coats, gloves and scarves,
Share each other’s company, and also some laughs.
Fairy lights twinkle, up in the trees nearby.
Excited eyes sparkle, and spirits are high.
Across the rink, the skaters twist and twirl;
On the ice, their skates create ornate swirls.
Novice skaters hang on, tightly, to the side;
Their nerves, with smiles, they try to hide.
A good sense of balance is vital, to stay upright;
Wibble-wobbling about, some people lose the fight.
Some skaters execute some amazing moves;
That they are old pros, they can easily prove.
Some people hold hands, as they skate around;
Taking in all of the exciting sights and sounds.
The skaters’ noses and cheeks glow, rosy pink,
As they make their way around the huge ice rink.
Some of the first time skaters, tumble and fall,
And they just can’t seem to get the hang of it all.
It’s a festive experience, which is hard to beat,
And, for many, it’s an exciting winter time treat.
To go skating, at an outdoor rink, people wait all year;
It’s an activity, guaranteed to bring some festive cheer.
Children Skating ~ by Percy Tarrant ~  1879-1930
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While yet we wait for spring

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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.