YOUR sense of duty or inclination is NO longer welcome!
I am NOT well – what do YOU think about THAT?
MY misdemeanours? Oh! MY foolish Head AND heart!
Of course I love YOU! Are YOU anxious? I doubt it…
Can YOU carry ME away bonny lad?
It’s THE Maccaw or ME! Share YOUR thoughts or I will write NO more!
Indifferent and Partial! Do I amuse YOU much?
The astonishment expressed by Lady Caroline Lamb to the news that her beloved Byron had not only proposed to her cousin Annabella Milbanke BUT that she had accepted him!
Shall I go to London and YOU to Newstead?
Mrs Leigh’s countenance and THOSE newspapers!
Mystery AND mischief? Such a simple character…
It was as I was photographing the wonderful tribute to Byron that I suddenly became aware of a huge, crashing noise and which turned out to be the most torrential thunderstorm and as the storm threatened to bring down the very rafters of the church, I thought it all rather prophetic that I should find myself confined to a place within feet of Byron who had breathed his last as mother nature had raged around the town of Missolonghi on this very day in 1824…
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.