Jed Pumblechook

"If you had seen Lord Byron, you could scarcely disbelieve him – so beautiful a countenance I scarcely ever saw – his teeth so many stationary smiles – his eyes the open portals of the sun – things of light, and for light." Coleridge on meeting Byron

In firmer chains our hearts confine Than all th’ unmeaning protestations Which swell with nonsense love orations.. Then wherefore should we sigh and whine, With groundless jealousy repine, With silly whims and fancies frantic, Merely to make our love romantic?

The Lady Adeline Amundeville A pretty name as one would wish to read, Must perch harmonious on my tuneful quill; There's music in the sighing of a reed There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears: Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.

This week from Pumblechook Theatricals: Teresa Guccioli, Byron's last inamorata, visits Blighty to set his venerable English coterie to rights⤵️ jpumblechook.com/teresa-in-engl…

Byron to Hobhouse, 1808: I begin to apprehend a complete Bankruptcy of Constitution, and on disclosing the mode of my Life for these last two years, my Surgeon pronounced another quarter would have settled my earthly accounts, and left the worms but a scant repast.

“Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.” Samuel Taylor Coleridge's 191st anniversary today💓🦤

Teresa Guiccioli: the Mirror of Byron's Heart The curiously neglected voice of Lord Byron's last love⤵️ jedpumblechook.substack.com/p/teresa-guicc…

Bees do so much for us and they are very much loved by the fairy folk 🐝✨ In Ireland, the Goddess who cares for these wonderful creatures is named "Gobnait" and just like Brigid she was made a Saint by the Church during the Christian conquest of Ireland ☘️🧚🏻‍♂️ Whilst Gobnait…

In 18th-century Britain and Ireland, some affluent landowners employed ornamental hermits to reside on their estates, serving as living garden features and subjects of intrigue for visiting guests.

Madame de Staël to Byron, 1816: I assured Lady Jersey that you would dine with me on Monday next on her return from Chamounix – please, bring Mr. Hobhouse, whose conversation seemed to me very picquant.

What a fabulous new location for @Fashion_Museum ! 🎩

Young Peri of the West!—’tis well for me My years already doubly number thine; My loveless eye unmoved may gaze on thee, And safely view thy ripening beauties shine; Happy, I ne’er shall see them in decline. To Ianthe - Byron

"A group of ornithologists admiring Lord Byron's Carriage, near the Lake Wangary Hotel in 1909."⤵️ Lady Oxford's daughter, Lady Charlotte Harley (Ianthe), brought the carriage to Australia when she briefly emigrated in 1865.

Woman! experience might have told me, That all must love thee who behold thee: Surely experience might have taught Thy firmest promises are nought: But, placed in all thy charms before me, All I forget, but to adore thee.

Byron, in Ravenna, to Teresa, 1819: I have tried to distract myself with this farce of visiting antiquities - it seems quite intolerably tedious - I only seek ways of being near you - but how?

But, midst the throng in merry masquerade, Lurk there no hearts that throb with secret pain.. To such the gladness of the gamesome crowd Is source of wayward thought and stern disdain: How do they loathe the laughter idly loud, And long to change the robe of revel for the shroud!

Someone spent years gazing at this lovely thing every night😍 ebay.co.uk/itm/1669158446…

"Byron’s afterlife presence is particularly reflected in the work of nineteenth-century women writers: Emily and Charlotte Brontë, Elizabeth Gaskell and George Eliot, who remodelled the Byronic hero to satisfy the expectations of the Victorian reading public." Andrzej Diniejko

And this the world calls frenzy; but the wise Have a far deeper madness - and the glance Of melancholy is a fearful gift; What is it but the telescope of truth? Which strips the distance of its fantasies, And brings life near in utter nakedness, Making the cold reality too real!

"Benjamin Disraeli had grown to manhood in an atmosphere where reverence for Byron was almost a religion, & to him, even more than to the aspiring youth of the day, Byron had been an inspiration and a model." William Moneypenny (Disraeli's portrait of Byron at Hughenden Manor)

Byron to Murray, 1816: I can forgive whatever may be said of or against me – but not what they make me say or sing for myself – it is enough to answer for what I have written – but it were too much for Job himself to bear what one has not.