Byron was noted for his open manner and of his tendency to admit his feelings of despondency, sorrow or his word of choice – melancholy. For his poetry is noted for it, his private journals speak of it and he was often candid about his ‘constitutional depression of Spirits’ in letters to his friends.
In the hagiography which often passes for the writing of Byron’s life, Catherine Gordon Byron is somewhat of a ‘Marmite’ figure for you will either love OR hate her!
With her Scottish ancestry for omens and superstition perhaps Catherine’s confusion is understandable for she did indeed marry ‘Mad Jack’ Byron on Friday May 13 AND by all accounts their brief marriage was a disaster!
Despite the enduring fame of Lord Byron – the circumstances of his birth were far from auspicious for he was born in a rented apartment on the first floor above a shop in Holles Street in Cavendish Square London…
Despite Byron’s enduring fame, the circumstances of his birth were far from auspicious for he was born on in a rented apartment on the first floor above a shop in Holles Street in Cavendish Square London to a lone young mother…
Two hundred and thirty two years ago – Lord Byron made his appearance and even though he shuffled off this mortal planet in 1824 – I still intend to enjoy a large slice or three of this delicious cake in his honour…
Throughout his short life and in the years that have followed Byron was always considered to be a wonderful mass of contradictions and one with peculiar regularity can still arouse fury, passion, loyalty and debate; however, Byron would only think of himself as le diable boiteux – the lame devil.
The Regency Recondite 