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Have you guessed the place yet? Here's another hint from the original builder/owner, penned in 1785 to Baron Geismar: "I am savage enough to prefer the woods, the wilds, and the independence of [my home], to all the brilliant pleasures of this gay capital [Paris] . . . . for tho' there is less wealth there, there is more freedom, more ease, and less misery."
Here is a not-too-subtle clue for you!
Tom doesn't seem too excited to see my husband, but he was probably worn out from posing with bus loads of school children all day! Since we had to drive from Cincinnati to Charlottesville, we opted for the more private twilight tour (translation: no school kids). I have visited Mount Vernon several times and have always been eager to visit Monticello but had never had the opportunity before to tour this magnificent home, which Jefferson designed and began construction on in 1769. It was completed (except for porticoes and decorative
interior woodwork) when he left for Europe in 1784, but his return from France resulted in new designs
for remodeling and enlarging the house, which began in 1796 and was completed
by 1809.I have rather odd angles for my exterior pictures at Monticello, as there was some scaffolding that I tried to keep out of the lens view as much as possible! |
This legendary house, this dear enchanted tomb,
Once so supremely lived in, and for life designed,
Will none of moldy death nor give it room,
Charged with the presence of a living mind.
Enter, and touch the temper of a lively man.
See, it is spacious, intimate and full of light.
The eye, pleased by detail, is nourished by the plan;
Nothing is here for show, much for delight.
All the joys of invention and of craft and wit,
Are freely granted here, all given rein,
But taut within the classic form and ruled by it,
Elegant, various, magnificent — and plain,
Europe become implacable American!
Yet Mozart could have been as happy here,
As Monroe riding from his farm again,
As well as any silversmith or carpenter —
As well as we, for whom this elegance,
This freedom in a form this peaceful grace,
Is not our heritage, although it happened once:
We read the future, not the past, upon his face.
Once so supremely lived in, and for life designed,
Will none of moldy death nor give it room,
Charged with the presence of a living mind.
Enter, and touch the temper of a lively man.
See, it is spacious, intimate and full of light.
The eye, pleased by detail, is nourished by the plan;
Nothing is here for show, much for delight.
All the joys of invention and of craft and wit,
Are freely granted here, all given rein,
But taut within the classic form and ruled by it,
Elegant, various, magnificent — and plain,
Europe become implacable American!
Yet Mozart could have been as happy here,
As Monroe riding from his farm again,
As well as any silversmith or carpenter —
As well as we, for whom this elegance,
This freedom in a form this peaceful grace,
Is not our heritage, although it happened once:
We read the future, not the past, upon his face.
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