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He fig when its fruit is fresh; And their white tusks crunch'd on the
whiter skull, As it slipp'd through their jaws when their edge grow
dull. No one ever more persistently converted the incidents of travel
into poetic material; but sometimes in doing so he borrowed more largely
from his imagination than his memory, as in the description of the
seraglio, of which there is reason to doubt his having seen more than
the entrance. Byron and Hobhouse set sail from Constantinople on the
14th July, 1810--the latter to return direct to England, a determination
which, from no apparent fault on either side, the former did not regret.
One incident of the passage derives interest from its possible
consequence. Taking up, and unsheathing, a yataghan which he found on
the quarter deck, ho remarked, "I should like to know how a person feels
after committing a murder." This harmless piece of melodrama--the idea
of which is expanded in Mr. Dobell's _Balder_, and parodied in
_Firmilian_--may have been the basis of a report afterwards circulated,
and accepted among others by Goethe, that his lordship had committed a
murder; hence, obviously, the character of _Lara_, and the mystery of
_Manfred!_ The poet parted from his friend at Zea, (Ceos): after
spending some time in solitude on the little island, he returned to
Athens, and there renewed acquaintance with his school friend, the
Marquis of Sligo, who after a few days accompanied him to Corinth. They
then separated, and Byron went on to Patras in the Morea, where he had
business with the Consul. He dates from there at the close of July. It
is impossible to give a consecutive account of his life during the next
ten months, a peri