from Istanbul to Çeşme

port de Sarkoy, cote nord de la mer de Marmara

End of Lord Byron's Grand Tour

But wandering on through distant climes,
He learnt to bear his loud of grief;
Just gave a sight to other times,
And found in busier scenes relief


To a Lady. On being asked my reason for quitting England in the spring.

And oft I thought at Cinthia’s moon,
When sailing o’ver the Aegean wave,
“Now Thyrza gazes on that moon” –
Alas, it gleam’d upon her grave!


One struggle more, and I am free

If thou regrett’st thy youth, why live ?
The land of honourable death
Is here: –up to the field, and give
Away thy breath!


On this days I complete my thirthy-sixth year

De l'Egee a la Propontide

vue sur Khios depuis le port d'Oinoussa

Lesbos

Αθήνα

vestige de la derniere guerre civile ?









Chaos et Harmonie