A Garden of Peace: A Medley in QuietudeMoore, Frank Frankfort
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A Garden of Peace: A Medley in Quietude
Moore, Frank Frankfort
Gardens -- Fiction
I have wondered if the erection of these classical buildings in English
gardens did not seem very incongruous and artificial when they were
first brought before the eyes of the patron; and the conclusion that I
have come to is that they seemed as suitable to an English home as did
the pure Greek façade of the mansion itself, the fact being that there
is no English style of architecture. Italy gave us the handsomest
style for our homes, and when people were everywhere met with classical
façades--when the Corinthian pillar with, perhaps, its modified Roman
entablature, was to be seen in every direction, the classical garden
temple was accepted as in perfect harmony with its surroundings. So the
regular couplets of Dryden, Pope, and a score of lesser versifiers were
acclaimed as the most natural and reasonable form for the expression
of their opinions. Thus I hold that, however unenterprising the garden
designers were in being content to copy Continental models instead of
inventing something as original as Keats in the matter of form, the
modern garden designer has only to copy in order to produce--well, a
copy of the formality of their time. But if people nowadays do not wish
their gardens to reflect the tastes of their ancestors for the classical
tradition, they will be very foolish if they do not adopt something
better--when they find it.
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Of course I am now still referring to the garden out of which the
house should spring. The moment that you get free from the compelling
influence of the house, you may go as you please; and to my mind you
will be as foolish if you do not do something quite different from the
House Garden as you would be if you were to do anything different within
sight of the overpowering House--almost as foolish as the people who
made a beautiful fountain garden and then flung it at the head of that
natural piece of water, the Serpentine.
My temple was to be in full view of the house, and I wished to maintain
the tradition of a certain period, so I drew out my plans accordingly. I
had space only for something about ten feet square, and I found out what
the simplest form of such a building would cost. It could be done in
stone for some hundreds of pounds, in deal for less than a fourth of
that sum.
Both estimates were from well-known people with all the facilities for
turning out good work at the lowest figure of profit; but both estimates
made me heavy-hearted. I tried to make up my mind not to spend the rest
of my life in the state of the Children of Israel when their Temple was
swept away; but within six months I had my vision restored, and unlike
the old people who wept because the restoration was far behind the
original in glory, I rejoiced; for, finding that I could not afford
to have the structure in deal, I had it built of marble, and the cost
worked out most satisfactorily. In marble it cost me about a fourth of
the estimate in deal!
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