As building archaeologists we record and analyse the form, structure and ornamentation of 19th century dwellings to learn about the lives led by past occupants.
The Victorian era was a time of invention and achievement. Society was dominated by middle-class morality as they relentlessly pursued comfort and material wealth. Their houses expressed the energy and exuberance of this time, as they presented their best face to the public.
These efforts can be directly observed through the choice of internal linings used in 19th century dwellings. Wealthy homes were commonly lined with timber laths and lime plaster, while poorer houses used roughly sawn butted sarking boards. When we recorded a modest workman’s cottage in the Avon Loop we uncovered some of these roughly sawn butted sarking boards in the parlour, a room purposely decorated for public display.
Over time, however, seven layers of wallpaper had been applied to this room to disguise the poor lining material.

The first layer of wallpaper applied was a mid-Victorian pattern design of purple and light brown diamond shapes dating to between the 1860s and 1870s. Image: F. Bradley.

Applied on top of the original layer was a brown wallpaper with a blue flowers and leaves pattern design, dating to the 1880s. Image: F. Bradley.

The fourth layer of wallpaper dated to the 1850s and had design elements of the Edwardian period, with green diamond shapes and pink roses. Image: F. Bradley.

The last layer was a pearlescent wallpaper with a design pattern of white, pink and yellow flowers, dating to between the 1920s and 1930s. Image: F. Bradley.
When we record these historic dwellings, we try decipher the social conventions at play during the Victorian era and how they influenced the way in which their dwellings were decorated. But when it came to recording this workman’s cottage in the Avon Loop, we were confronted with the juxtaposition of how 19th century society decorated their houses and a very unique way one 21st century occupant had decided to decorate her humble abode.
In its irreparable state the creative owner of this house took to it with a fine paint brush and turned its rough-cast plastered walls into a mural of poetry.
The street-facing south elevation bore the words of Percy Shelley’s sonnet ‘Ozymandias’.
Ozymandias – Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away”.
(Source: Wikipedia, 2001).
‘Ozymandias’ was one of English romantic poet Percy Bysshe Shelley’s most famous works, first published in 1818. Shelley’s works often attracted controversy as they spoke out against oppression, convention and religion (Source: Wikipedia, 2001).
His poem ‘Ozymandias’ acts as a a metaphor for the ephemeral nature of political power. Its central theme explores the indiscriminate and destructive power of history, by contrasting all leaders’ pretentions to greatness and their inevitable decline. It is a powerful statement about the insignificance of human beings to the passage of time (Wikipedia, 2001).
Along the north elevation of the cottage were the words of Denis Glover’s iconic New Zealand poem ‘The Magpies’.

Denis Glover’s poem ‘The Magpies’ painted along the north elevation of the cottage. Image: F. Bradley.
The Magpies – Denis Glover
When Tom and Elizabeth took the farm
The bracken made their bed,
And Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies said.
Tom’s hand was strong to the plough
Elizabeth’s lips were red,
And Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies said.
Year in year out they worked
While the pines grew overhead,
And Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies said.
But all the beautiful crops soon went
To the mortgage-man instead,
And Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies said.
Elizabeth is dead now (it’s years ago)
Old Tom went light in the head;
And Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies said.
The farm’s still there. Mortgage corporations
Couldn’t give it away.
And Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies say.
(Source: Xyphir, 2011).
‘The Magpies’ by Denis Glover is one of New Zealand’s most famous poems, first published in 1941. This poem relates to the passage of time as it laments the fate of farmers in hard economic times (Wikipedia, 2006). The hard-working farming couple become victims of an oppressive social system that exploits the working man. In this poem, the cruel and impartial nature of time is personified by the distinctive caw of the magpies, as they watched the farmers struggle away (Shieff, 2008).
As architectural styles and their decorative features can help us understand the conditions of bygone generations, the choice of poetry used here to decorate this workman’s cottage may be a reflection on the current post-quake social condition of Canterbury. Or perhaps the owner was merely commenting on the passage of time and its indiscriminate treatment of her home. Who knows, as archaeologists we can only speculate…
Francesca Bradley.
References
Wikipedia, 2001. Ozymandias. [online] (22 September 2015) Available at: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ozymandias [Accessed 1 October 2015].
Xyphir, 2011. The Magpies – Denis Glover. A poem a day, [online] 26 April 2011. Available at: http://nzpoems.blogspot.co.nz/2011/04/magpies-denis-glover.html [Accessed 1 October 2015].
Wikipedia, 2006. The Magpies. [online] (2 May 2015) Available at: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Magpies [Accessed 1 October 2015].
Shieff, Sarah, 2008. Denis Glover, 1912 – 1980. [online] Wellington: Victoria University. Available at: file:///Users/Shebitch/Downloads/716-622-1-PB%20(1).pdf [Accessed 1 October 2015].
How interesting. Creativity is a great comfort in hard times and there is a wealth of it to draw on because there have been a lot if hard times. Very well written article!
Hi,
Thankyou for the extra work you put into these most interesting articles.
This particular one brings yet another breath of fresh air, as one wonders upon those earlier times, and their passing. 🙂
After February 22 quake, I always had in mind to use both poems on my house. I expressed this in an unpublished interview conducted by Fiona Farrell.
The words from “Ozymandias” by Shelley stuck in my memory as “Look on my work ye Mighty and despair” speaks to me about how our perceptions of what is important in the present can be very insignificant in the future. I wanted to alter the last line to “the red zone lands stretch far away” but how can you mess with Shelley?
“The Magpies” speaks to me that as time passes nature takes over and heals regardless of man’s successes, failures, happiness or changing personal condition. Since I’ve tramped lots of South Island tracks, you see the raw beauty and energy of nature in New Zealand. As Denis Glover was a New Zealander, I link this to “our place”.
“All creations can fall apart and crumble but poetry remains until the end of time” is ironic, as the house has since been demolished.
I chose to place “The Magpies” on the north side of my house, as it was not visible from the street. To see this, friends and neighbours had to be personally invited to access this over bricks, a scramble of felled fence palings and cross beams and a jammed gate. Even the access was significant to me, as a reminder of a local event that changed our lives.
To me, it was important that the iconic NZ poem was placed in a more private place, whereas in my mind’s eye I associate “Ozymandias” with images of pyramids and the Sphinx that are known world wide. That we think our buildings or fame will last forever, but they are but a blink in time. That’s why “Ozymandias” was painted in a more public place.
I’m amazed that neighbours and passersby have photographed these poems; and it has provoked comment, even featuring in our local neighbourhood newsletter. The power of poetry is such, that it speaks in a myriad of ways to viewers who bring their own personal experience, ideas and opinions in response to those crafted words.
However, maybe there’s an elderly tagger lurking in us all!