Thatched Cottage by the River Thames at Wargrave or Bablock Hythe

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Thatched Cottage by the River Thames at Wargrave or Bablock Hythe

This is an interesting if not particulalrly fine original Oil on Canvass Board by an unknown English Artist (currently under research). It is thought that this could be a location close to the Wargrave on Thames boatyard near to the home of Comedian Paul Daniels and his wife. The other claim to its location is the Thames River crossing at Bablock Hythe. However, whichever location is correct they are both beside the Thames Path National Trail, which as an organisation we are dedicated to supporting via our Corporate Donations scheme.

As such, it is offered for sale in its bold, ornate, Gilt Frame measuring 36cm x 30cm. 

It was acquired as part of a Home Counties Private Collection in order to demonstrate the evolution of this style of English Art and is a good quality example of the period.

The Poem of Bab-Lock-Hythe by Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)

 

In the time of wild roses

As up Thames we travelled

Where 'mid water-reeds ravelled

The lily uncloses,

 

To his old shores the river

A new song was singing,

And young shoot were springing

On old roots for ever.

 

Dog-daisies were dancing,

And flags flamed in cluster,

On the dark streams lustre

Now blurred and now glancing.

 

A tall reed down-weighing,

The sedge-warbler fluttered;

One sweet note he uttered,

Then left it soft-swaying.

 

By the bank's sandy hollow

My dipt oars went beating,

And past our bows fleeting

Blue-backed shone the swallow.

 

High woods, heron-haunted,

Rose, changed, as we rounded

Old hills greenly mounded

To meadows enchanted;

 

A dream ever moulded

Afresh for our wonder,

Still opening asunder

For the stream many-folded;

 

Till sunset was rimming

The west with pale flushes;

Behind the black rushes

The last light was dimming;

 

And the lonely stream, hiding

Shy birds, grew more lonely,

And with us was only

The noise of our gliding.

 

In clouds of grey weather

The evening o'erdarkened,

In the stillness we hearkened;

Our hearts sang together.

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