Lord Byron Pink Maine Tourmaline & Diamond Necklace

Lord Byron
From the Age of Lace and Romance

Lord Byron’s Mansion

Lord Byron was one of the greatest English poets of all time. Lord Byron wove words so beautifully, his poems, 300 years later are studied for their depth, mystery, and wisdom.

Handwoven lace was the rage in Europe, collars and cuffs for men and women and skirts with lace edging. Here we have threaded white gold delicately with 97 brilliant white diamonds, then set an unusually long oval rare pink Maine tourmaline in the middle, and finally framed in all 14K yellow gold.

Confidence

A piece like this is about where you’d like to go and where you will go. It’s about confidence in the future. It’s about the certainty of next month and next year. It speaks volumes about your belief in the strength of the future. Acquire a piece like this, then check your list of upcoming events.

This Lord Byron Tourmaline and Diamond necklace is likely to attend several of this years important gatherings. A piece like this confirms your faith in the future. Plus, it’s really pretty, too. The necklace will look English elegant on the evenings she chooses to wear it.

Just as Byron’s work represented the embodiment of romanticism in the 19th century, this piece with its romantic lacy detail, worn on an 18-inch chain sitting two inches from her heart, suggests that romance still exists still today.

You are invited to sit with Lord Byron in his study at Newstead Abbey. You have to promise, though, you won’t let on that you’re from the future and you know how the next 300 years will turn out…promise. Then you must additionally promise you won’t tell your friends you sat one afternoon with Lord Byron.

She Walks in Beauty
By Lord Byron (George Gordon)

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!