Shelley, Keats and Byron

[poliphilo]

The other great early 19th century writer of whom there are no decent portraits is Shelley. (I mean Percy not Mary). This is odd, given that Shelley was a wealthy  aristo and very much in love with himself. The one authentic adult portrait- by Amelia Curran- is horribly bland and- though Mary begged it off the artist- generally regarded as a poor likeness.

Here it is, anyway.



And here's Mary in her early 40s.



There are several rather good portraits of Keats- including a life mask and a death mask- but then Keats- though only a middle-class vulgarian- had friends who were artists.

Here's one I hadn't seen before- a charming silhouette by Marianne Hunt. 



There are, of course, lots and lots of portraits of Byron. Most of them serve the legend. Here's one (by Count d'Orsay) that subverts it, showing him as nervy, querulous and (unmistakeably) balding. 

Comments

[rosamicula.livejournal.com]

GIP... I rather like Keats's death mask.

I got my MA scholarship on the basis of an essay I wrote about Keats's class and why the Romantics appealed so much to the Victorian middle classes.

[pondhopper.livejournal.com]

Where did you find the Marianne Hunt silhouette? It´s not in the National Portrait Gallery archives, is it?

[jenny_evergreen]

Ah, but d'Orsay had a problem drawing feet! If Byron's feet were that tiny, he'd've fallen over. :P

[akirlu.livejournal.com]

It's at times like these that I have an irresistable urge to quote Dorothy Parker:

Byron and Shelley and Keats
Were a trio of lyrical treats.
The forehead of Shelley was cluttered with curls,
And Keats never was a descendant of Earls,
And Byron walked out with a number of girls,
But it did not impair the poetical feats
Of Byron and Shelley,
Of Byron and Shelley,
Of Byron, and Shelley and Keats.