Head or Foot? Poet Byron Anecdote (Post No.5299)

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Date: 8 August 2018

 

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Post No. 5299

 

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During one of Hobouse’s visit to Byron—Hobhouse was a College friend— at his villa near Genoa, and whilst they were walking in the garden, his lordship suddenly turned upon his guest, and, apropos of nothing, but always having his deformity in his mind exclaimed,
Now I know Hobhouse, you’re looking at my foot!
Upon which Hobhouse kindly replied,
My dear Byron, nobody thinks of or looks at anything but your head.

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LORD BYRON

ENGLISH POET

BORN ON JANUARY 22, 1788

DIED ON April 19, 1824

Age at death 36

 

Publications

1807 Hours of Idleness

1809 English Bards and Scotch Reviewers

1812-18 Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage

1813 The Bride of Abydos

1817 Manfred

1818 Beppo

1819-24 Don Juan

1821 Cain

1822 The Vision of Judgement

 

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Lord Byron was a leading poet of the 19th Century English Romantic Movement. His life was almost as colourful as those of the moody, mysterious heroes of his poems.

George Gordon Noel Byron was born in London but spent his first troubled years in Scotland. When Byron was three, his father died, after spending his mother’s fortune, and Byron and his mother faced hardships. But at ten, he inherited a great uncle’s title and estates. Later he attended the prestigious Harrow School and Cambridge University. Byron’s first published poems, ‘Hours of Idleness’, appeared when he was nineteen and were strongly criticized. Byron responded with ‘English Bards and Scotch Reviewers’, a satirical poem attacking the major literary figures of the time.

At 21 Byron began a two-year grand tour through Southern Europe to Turkey. These travels inspired ‘Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage’, a long poem about a world weary young lord’s journey through a Europe in need of reforms. The handsome author’s gloomy passion and pleas for justice and liberty attracted women admirers.

At 26 Byron married Annabella Milbanke. She soon left him, shocked by Byron’s affair with his half -sister Augusta. The disgrace made Byron leave England, aged 28.

In Italy, he had new love affairs and wrote his master piece ‘Don Juan’, a long, witty poem about a handsome man’s adventures with women. Byron also began ardently supporting Italian and Greek freedom from foreign control. He joined an Italian secret society and was leading Greek troops against Turks when he caught a fever and died.

 

–subham–

 

Bernard Shaw, Shelley, Byron Swimming Anecdotes (Post No.4396)

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Date: 14 NOVEMBER 2017

 

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Post No. 4396

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Although unable to swim Shelley was forever invading pools and streams…. one day when Trelawney, a powerful swimmer, jumped into a deep pool in the Arno, Shelley immediately jumped in after him and lay ‘like a conger eel on the bottom’ till Trelawney fished him up with great difficulty, Shelley protesting as soon as he could breathe that ‘truth lay always at the bottom of the well’ and that in another minute I should have found it.

 

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Impressing upon his class an admiration for notable feats of physical prowess the teacher related the experience of a vigorous man who swam three times across a broad river in the morning, before breakfast.

There was a giggle from one of the youngsters in the class.

“Well”, said the teacher with some irritation

“What is that it seems so amusing? I see nothing amusing”.

“It’s only this sir, replied the pupil

I was wondering why he didn’t make it four times and get back on the side where he left his clothes”.

 

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Swimming in the Desert!

A certain American soldier, attached to one of the American Tank units fighting with the British in the Libyan campaign, had been carried by the exigencies of the service many miles deep into the heart of desert with his comrades. This outpost of the Front had been quiet for days. The soldier found himself one afternoon with a few hours leave.

It was with some surprise that his commanding officer spotted the man striding purposefully across the sands clad in his bathing trunks.

“Murphy! Shouted the officer in some astonishment. Where in blazes do you think you are going?”

Why, sir, said the soldier, I just thought while I had a couple of hours off I would take a dip in the surf.

Are you crazy? demanded the officer. The ocean is 500 miles from here!

“Beautiful big beach, isn’t it?” said the soldier.

 

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Shelley- Byron Argument!

The greatest and most mysterious of all Shelley s preoccupation s was with water, boat and swimming. He was apparently fascinated by water as a great element, and time and again prophesied his death by drowning. But it was typical of Shelley’s humourless absolutism where his fancy was involved that he was without fear in the business, and never troubled to learn either to navigate or to swim.

 

In 1816 the friendship that sprang up with Byron at Geneva was based partly on mutual literary admiration, and partly on their common love of boating. Byron knew something of sailing and navigation and they took a trip together around the lake in an open boat. They nearly foundered in a sudden storm one night. After Byron, had got the sail down and while the water poured in and the wind roared in darkness, they sat in furious argument, Byron, proud of his power as a swimmer, declaring that he would save Shelley when they sank, Shelley equally determined that he would not be saved.

 

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Following was published by me under the 15 Anecdotes from Bernard Shaw’s Life

G B Shaw Helped a youth

 

Bernard Shaw was enjoying a swim in a pool during a stay in South Africa; so were some boys who knew nothing of the august author one small boy was “dared” by his playmates to “duck the old man” for a Shilling. He accepted, but when he was close to his victim, panic seized him. Shaw turned, saw the youngster, and asked him what he wanted. In halting accents, the boy revealed the plot and the shilling bet.

“Well”, said Shaw, looking sternly at the youngster, “if you wait a moment while I get my breath, I will let you push my head under water.

He did, and the small boy swam back triumphantly to collect his shilling.

 

–subham–

 

Stubbornness and Vanity Anecdotes (Post No.3579)

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Date: 26 January 2017

 

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Post No.3579

 

 

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General Grant was known for his tenaciousness. Having once taken a place he never surrendered it.  Abraham Lincoln once commented on this to General Butler, saying,

“When General Grant once gets possessed of a place he seems to hang on to its if he had inherited it”.

 

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How to control Mules?

A man who was extremely successful in dealing with mule teams was once was asked by General Booth of the Salvation Army, how he managed the stubborn creatures

Well, General, explained the man,

“When they stop and won’t go on I just pick up a handful of soil and put it in their mouths. Of course, they spit it out, but as a rule they start on”.

Why do you think it has the effect?, asked the General.

“Well, I don’t know, but I expect it changes the current of their thoughts”, the mule driver replied.

 

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Vanity anecdotes

Byron’s vanity

Scrope Davies was on very intimate terms with many great men of the period, and he had such admiration for the author of Don Juan, Byron, that he could gain admission to his rooms at all hours . On one occasion, he found the poet in bed with his hair “en papillote”, upon which Scrope cried in great glee.

“Ha, ha, Byron , I have at last caught you acting the part of the Sleeping Beauty.”

Byron, in a rage, exclaimed ,

“No Scrope; the part of a damned fool, you should have said”.

Upon which Scrope answered ,

“Anything you please, but you have succeeded admirably in deceiving your friends, for it was my conviction that your hair curled naturally” .

“Yes, naturally every night; but do not, my dear Scrope, let the cat out of the bag, for I am as vain of my curls as a girlfriend sixteen.”

 

–Subham–