Showing posts with label 17th Century Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 17th Century Poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, 5 April 2009

17th Century Garden Pots

I adore....
17th century, France, gardens, garden ornaments.

And today I have all four in one place



In her chapter about Terracotta pots and urns Ms Heugel talks about how in 1610 a group of potters came to Anduze near Cevannes and began to produce frost proof terracotta pots for use outside. They traded with Lugaria in Italy where the Italian art form influenced several of the French pot designs.
For almost 400 yeards Anduze potters have passed their secrets from generation to generation. Today they still produce the most beautiful terracotta garden pots.


Also - In 1620 another set of potters set up in Aubagne outside Marseilles where they used the exceptional local clay to make storage vessels for olive oil, wine and water.

Once again, Aubagne potters still produce highly prized terracotta ware to this day.



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Thursday, 5 February 2009

Wishes To his (Supposed) Mistress ~ Richard Crashaw, styled 'The Divine' 1612-1649

Soft silken hours,
Open suns, shady bowers;
'Bove all, nothing within that lowers.
Days, that need borrow
No part of their good morrow
From a fore-spent night of sorrow:
Days, that in spite
Of darkness, by the light
Of a clear mind are day all night.
Life, that dares send
A challenge to his end,
And when it comes, say, 'Welcome, friend.'
I wish her store
Of worth may leave her poor
Of wishes; and I wish – No more.
Now, if time knows
That Her, whose radiant brows
Weave them a Garland of my Vows;


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Part of the beautiful poem that gave me a title