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One day...
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay
A mortal thing so to immortalize!
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eek my name be wiped out likewise.
Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write your glorious name;
Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew
Poem by Edmund Spencer
The Victorian Era was a golden time. Victoria was at that time the reigning Queen of England. Inventions and discoveries were upon the world. The Industrial Age was around the corner. Men were gentlemen and women were ladies. Tea was the drink of the day and was served by the lady of the home to a party of a selected few. Chivalry was alive and men were galant. Politeness and etiquette were taught to children. The work was hard but it was honest. Life was simpler. Common courtesy was expected. People had something to believe in. A faith in God to exercise.
Though, not all people had the luxury of having extravagant homes, clothes, or jewelry they did manage to have their values, faith, and everything they cherished. Most people of the Victorian Era fell into this catagory. It is this site's intention to capture the best it can the essence of what the Victorian Era was really about.
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