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Necessary to My Happiness In search of Allegra, Byron's illegitimate daughter. Michael Symmons Roberts travels to Ravenna, Italy and Harrow, Middlesex. Gallery. 4/5 Previous Next. ...
15 de ago. de 2022 · It’s here, with Allegra dead and Byron grieving for the daughter that he had never cared about before, that this tragic tale comes back to Harrow, and to the odd grave of John Peachey that we opened with.As a boy at Harrow School, Byron had been fond of the tomb and the view it had sported – having often visited it while writing what would one day become some of his most famous work.
28 de may. de 2024 · Lord Byron (born January 22, 1788, London, England—died April 19, 1824, Missolonghi, Greece) was a British Romantic poet and satirist whose poetry and personality captured the imagination of Europe. Renowned as the “gloomy egoist” of his autobiographical poem Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage (1812–18) in the 19th century, he is now more ...
En 1817 tuvo una hija ilegítima, Clara Allegra Byron, con Claire Clairmont, hermanastra de Mary Shelley. La niña murió de fiebre a los cinco años. Pasó dos años recorriendo Italia hasta 1821 que se instaló en Pisa. En esta ciudad escribió los dramas en verso Caín y Sardanápalo y los poemas narrativos Mazeppa y La isla.
21 de jul. de 2012 · On the first of March, 1821, Allegra Byron entered the Convento di San Giovanni like a small storm, accompanied by non-relations, overdressed women who handled her with cool affection.
By now Byron’s illegitimate daughter Allegra had arrived in Italy, sent by her mother Claire to be with her father. Byron sent her away to be educated at a convent near Ravenna, where she died in April 1822. Later that same year Byron also lost his friend Shelley who died when his boat, the Don Juan, went down at sea.
Claire Clairmont. Clara Mary Jane Clairmont (27 April 1798 – 19 March 1879), or Claire Clairmont as she was commonly known, was the stepsister of the writer Mary Shelley and the mother of Lord Byron 's daughter Allegra. She is thought to be the subject of a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley .
