Stowe I V&A Detail

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Stowe I reworked detail...... V&A

 

To build, to plant, whatever you intend,

To rear the Column, or the Arch to bend,

To swell the Terras, or to sink the Grot;

In all, let Nature never be forgot.

But treat the Goddess like a modest fair,

Nor over-dress, nor leave her wholly bare;

Let not each beauty ev'ry where be spy'd,

Where half the skill is decently to hide.

He gains all points who pleasingly confounds

Surprises, varies, and conceals the Bounds.

Consult the Genius of the Place in all;

That tells the Waters or to rise, or fall,

Or helps th' ambitious Hill the heav'n to scale,

Or scoops in circling theatres the Vale,

Calls in the Country, catches opening glades,

Joins willing woods, and varies shades from shades,

Now breaks or now directs th' intending Lines;

Paints as you plant, and, as you work, designs.

Still follow Sense, of ev'ry Art the Soul,

Parts answ'ring parts shall slide into a whole,

Spontaneous beauties all around advance,

Start ev'n from Difficulty, strike from Chance;

Nature shall join you, Time shall make it grow

A Work to wonder at--perhaps a STOWE.

Done