The Real Lives of the Romantics? Not So Pretty

When I was a teenaged girl, I had the idea that marrying a poet, one of those like Shelley or Keats who evoked all my inchoate longings so magnificently, would be unremittingly romantic. Lord Byron was in that group, too, though he wasn't as hard up for money as the rest. Anyway, I had no idea of the reality of their and their mates' lives, financial or emotional.

And then, so many years later,  I read Young Romantics: The Tangled Lives of English Poetry's Greatest Generation, by Daisy Hay, ...