Byron by John Nichol
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Juan_ and elsewhere, attacks the sceptics, and then half ridicules the
belief. I've stood upon Achilles' tomb, And heard Troy doubted! Time will doubt of Rome! * * * * * There, on the green and village-cotted hill, is, Flank'd by the Hellespont, and by the sea, Entomb'd the bravest of the brave Achilles.-- They say so: Bryant says the contrary. Being again detained in the Dardanelles, waiting for a fair wind, Byron landed on the European side, and swam, in company with Lieutenant Ekenhead, from Sestos to Abydos--a performance of which he boasts some twenty times. The strength of the current is the main difficulty of a feat, since so surpassed as to have passed from notice; but it was a tempting theme for classical allusions. At length, on May 14, he reached Constantinople, exalted the Golden Horn above all the sights he had seen, and now first abandoned his design of travelling to Persia. Galt, and other more or less gossiping travellers, have accumulated a number of incidents of the poet's life at this period, of his fanciful dress, blazing in scarlet and gold, and of his sometimes absurd contentions for the privileges of rank--as when he demanded precedence of the English ambassador in an interview with the Sultan, and, on its refusal, could only be pacified by the assurances of the Austrian internuncio. In converse with indifferent persons he displayed a curious alternation of frankness and hauteur, and indulged a habit of letting people up and down, by which he frequently gave offence. More interesting are narratives of the suggestion of some of his verses, as the slave-market in _Don Juan_, and the spectacle of the dead criminal tossed on the waves, revived in the |
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