Sunday, October 25, 2009

The last rose


of summer in the last week of October...from my garden...I happened to think of this since I was pricing some "moss rose" items for my shop.

The real moss rose was introduced in 1854 by the breeder Leveque, but the first cultivated Moss Rose was mentioned in the literature as far back as 1696. Breeders now think that moss roses were most likely around long before that.
The moss roses are “sports” according to my research, meaning they are natural mutations. The Victorians loved its intense fragrance.

Kovel’s Price Guide describes moss rose china as common from 1808-1900. “It has a typical moss rose pictured as the design. The plant is not as popular now as it was in Victorian gardens, so the fuzz-covered bud is unfamiliar to most collectors. The dishes were usually decorated with pink and green flowers.”
Most of the china seen today is from the 1940s-50s era and was made in Japan. All of these pieces are familiar in any resale shop, and they should be reasonably priced since they are not from the Victorian era.
Some people do not recognize the difference, but the later china is brighter white and may have remnants of the Japanese paper labels or no label at all. Most Victorian moss rose is marked and the china is heavier and duller.

For those whose souls are truly romantic not just because that is the decorating trend here is Thomas More's poem about the last rose of summer. He was friends with Byron and Shelley so you can imagine what they discussed as they sat in the inn!

Then again, Mary Shelley, author of Frankenstein was married to Percy Shelley...so maybe there are some tales to be told!

’TIS the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
To give sigh for sigh.
I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one!
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o’er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
And from Love’s shining circle
The gems drop away.
When true hearts lie withered
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?

3 comments:

Cindy-Stitches-N-Stuff said...

I love this post. Love the single rose and to think you got you last one. The china is breathtaking.

Thank you
cindy@stitches

Stephanie said...

Hi Susan, just wanted to say how much I enjoy your blog - its so interesting and the photos are beautiful - I have just started blogging and have found it really addictive! Anyway, beautifully done - with love from the UK - Stephanie, Manchester, England

Patricia said...

Great post, Susan. Love the moss rose. The fragrance is just gorgeous and long-lasting for my potpourri. I only have one planted so I am terribly selfish and keep this potpourri for my use here at home.
Pat
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