Behold the Blessings of Lady Noel – Damn!
As we know that no one lives forever and seven months after Lord B’s most facetious letter – his Mamma-At-Law died on Monday January 28 in 1822.
All posts tagged: Noel – Sir Ralph Milbanke (1747-1825)
A Proposal of Marriage – Possibly?
Marry Me?
I confess that my attention wandered to the alluring and haughty figure of Mr Darcy in conversation with a certain Miss Bennet…
To the Vale of Graves…
And one glorious afternoon in October I took a stroll through this fabulous cemetery to the grave of Byron’s spouse…
Thursday’s Angel Child HAS Far to Go!
More than 228 years have now passed since that ‘involuntary Act of coming into the World’ for May 17 is the birthday of Anne Isabella, Lady Noel Byron, the Poet’s ‘Princess of Parallelograms’ and the woman he later said was ‘born for my destruction.’
Born on Ascension Day in 1792 in County Durham, she was the cherished only child of Sir Ralph and the Hon. Judith Milbanke who had lived through a marriage of over 15 years, childlessness and hope in anticipation of the arrival of their ‘’little angel’…
I HAVE Suffered! Can This EVER Be Known?
Perhaps the poem ‘Don Leon’ FINALLY offers us a tantalising hint of what happened all those years ago?
Lady Melbourne Braves Opinion!
Educated, attractive and with a talent for ambition – Elizabeth Milbanke would soon move away from provincial Yorkshire and become one of the most celebrated Society Hostesses on behalf of the Whig Party…
Bravo! Artful BUT Perfectly Incompatible!
In January 1816 having left her spouse Annabella returned to the protection of her parents.
Cheers! I Could Murder a Drink!
By autumn 1815 and as the bailiff beckoned along with the sale of his precious library – he got drunk AND frequently!
Like Seaham Hall? Vastly!
One cold weekend in February and with the clearest skies imaginable, I returned to the place that Byron had confessed to taking a liking to ‘vastly’…
Dearest Duck, It’s Over!
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!
Am I NOT Yours? Oh! The Horror!
I am YOURS and YOU are MINE! Be happy about it!
Our Nuptials! Jealous Much?
A obscure and ignoble marriage? How amusing!
Come! I’m Heartsick!
Come to MY heart dear BEFORE I object!
NO Foolish Heart HERE!
MY misdemeanours? Oh! MY foolish Head AND heart!
A Regency Recondite 