Dearest Duck, It’s Over! Love Pippin…

Even though we are now only in the second day of February, there is already an abundance of red hearts of all sizes adorning the windows of the local shops and restaurants and there are even Edible Love Hearts on offer as a Valentine's Day treat for our local pooches! Yes, February is the month for a profusion of chocolates, expensive red roses and some very dubious Valentine's cards but oh, what a month of anticipation as Cupid's Arrow flies forth! However, sadly not for our poet as February 1816 would be the month that his wife Lady Byron, the former Annabella Milbanke would ditch him!

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Behold the Blessings of Lady Noel – Damn!

Behold the blessings of a lucky lot! My play is damned - and Lady Noel not. In the summer of 1821 in a letter to his sister, Augusta Leigh, as Byron was was lamenting the failure of his drama about Marino Faliero, the controversial Doge of Venice who had been executed in 1355, he was also less …

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That Wicked Lord B! What Do YOU Know?

The Fifth Baron Byron was NOT the grandfather of our poet as purported by Alexander Larman in his sloppily researched tome Byron's Women which was published to enormous fanfare in 2016 but rather THE great-uncle and it was upon his demise that Byron became a Lord and inherited land and titles which included the glorious ancestral abode of Newstead Abbey in Nottinghamshire. William Byron had inherited his title of the 'Wicked Lord' for a life that had included the illegal selling of family estates and ruining what little was left in revenge against his only son and heir William who having decided on his own love match and in true Byron style promptly married his cousin!

A Cup of Kindness Yet?

January 25 is the celebration of Burns Night and having enjoyed a fabulous supper of Haggis - I had to refuse the 'wee dram' of fine Scotch whiskey on offer. However, had I done so, I could have raised a glass in honour of the character in this post - Lady Caroline Lamb who died on this day in 1828 at the age of forty two AND it's probably fair to say that even with the passage of time, opinion remains as divided about her in death, as it was in life!

Another Birthday? That’s Bullsh**!

Though life's road, so dim and dirty, I have dragg'd to three-and-thirty. What have these years left to me? Nothing - except thirty-three. Cheer up Lord Byron! Today you've been 'dragg'd' to one-and-thirty plus another two hundred more and I'm going to celebrate your birthday with a large slice of this cake inspired by one …

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Taking My Leave of Number 13?

Walked early to look at my old house in Piccadilly - saw into the room where I have sat with him, and felt as if I had lived there with a friend who was long since dead to me. No sense of past agony - all mournfully soft. My thoughts floated peacefully into other channels …

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A Melancholy, ‘Honeft Man’…

I must see my agent to-night. I wonder when that Newstead business will be finished. It cost me more than words to part with it - and to have parted with it! What matters it what I do? or what becomes of me? - but let me remember Job's saying, and console myself with being a "living …

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The Ghost of Piccadilly…

Of All Romances in Miniature… Perhaps this is the Best Shape in which Romance can Appear. Lord Byron As an artist AND a passionate devotee of Regency History who loves to create a scene and not only of the hysterical kind; it is perhaps only to be expected that I would create a Regency inspired …

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Adieu Most Amiable Mamma…

 I thought my dear Augusta that your opinion of my meek mamma would coincide with mine... But she flies into a fit of phrenzy, upbraids me as if I was the most undutiful wretch in existence, rakes up the ashes of my father, abuses him, says I shall be a true Byrrone, which is the worst …

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Let Me Have the Implora Pace!

The last sad rites to the illustrious dead were performed upon the remains of this great poet at four o'clock on Friday evening last, in the family vault of the church of Hucknall Torkard, in this county, close to the ancient demesne of the Byons, who held Newstead Abbey for centuries... On this day, July …

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It’s Daggers at Dawn!

My dear Ly. M - God knows what has happened - but a 4 in the morning Ly. Ossulstone angry (& at that moment ugly) delivered to me a confused kind of message from you of some scene - this is all I know - except that with laudable logic she drew the usual feminine …

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Stone Me! Such a Pretentious Poseur!

John Cam Hobhouse inspired by his love of classical antiquity had commissioned the fashionable Danish sculptor Bertel Thorvaldsen to make a portrait bust of his 'dearest friend' during their visit to Rome in May 1817. One wonders if he had to try hard to persuade his 'dearest friend' to actually sit for Thorvaldsen as the first meeting between the artist and Byron was one of wry amusement on the part of one and studied indifference by the other...

Far from the Scenes of Birth and Youth…

That eye which had gleam'd as in flashed from Heav'n, - Whose glances by angles and demons seem'd given. - It anxiously gaz'd, but its language and lights As they faded were seal'd from mortality's sights. In the days following the news of Lord Byron's death in Greece on April 19 1824; his young widow …

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Thursday’s Angel Child HAS Far to Go!

As I began my previous tale with an epistolary rant from the Hon. Judith Noel as she championed the separation of her ‘poor Child’ from the ‘unmanly and despicable’ Ld B; the drama of which continues to reverberate and divide opinion some 200 years later; it is with a hint of mischief that I hand over the baton …

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