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Mad
with
inspiration and raging to write, 21 year-old George Byron fled his native
England in 1809 to
swallow the world whole. And devour it he did, so that the story of
young Lord
Byron’s adventures became the stuff of legend. In fact, his
furious life became
the model for the idealistic adventurer that we imagine today. He
collected
talented friends, argued the heated politics of his times, spilled his
imagination on thousands of pages, defended religious freedom, wooed
women his
stories of adventure (including swimming the Hellespont[1]),
and
joining revolutions. His premature death of an infection at age 36 as
he fought
with a band of Greek revolutionaries was a sad end to a life of
remarkable
adventure.
Born
to English nobility,
Byron had always been a lively child with an especially vivid
imagination. From
the very beginning he did not suppress his urge to write poetry and
plays in
which he acted with friends. His curiosity for life was enormous. By
his 21st
year, he had dreamed his way around the world numerous times and he
decided it
was time to leave for real. In 1809 (barely two months after taking his
family’s seat in the House of Lords), he took a friend and left
his homeland
for the first time to sail south for a long tour of the Mediterranean.
His
first stop: Portugal.
Unable
to keep his mind quiet
or his hand still he kept a furious diary and constantly wrote letters.
But he
chose to write his journal in the voice of Childe
Harold,[2]
an imaginary young poet who was essentially Byron himself. Thus began
his world
tour as well as his famous adventures and vivid career, all of which
started in
the two glorious weeks he spent in Sintra, every day a rapture for him
with its
natural beauty and fantastical history.

On
his voyage to Lisbon, Byron suffered rough seas in the Bay of Biscayne
which
left him sleepless through four tumbling nights. Finally, his ship
spotted land
- the magical Serra da Sintra (1) -
as it passed the churning white water around the dramatic Cabo
da Roca (2).
Rounding
the bend into Lisbon (3), they
sailed into
the Tagus River with pilots guiding them to the harbor (after paying a
“tribute” of gold coins to the
harbor
pilot). The hour was early enough that the passengers standing on deck
could
admire Lisbon – bathed in the magic of the morning sunlight! The
beauty of the
harbor before them exceeded that of Naples! Its panorama rivaled
Constantinople! And surrounding the bay was an amphitheater of ridges
where
shepherds already stirred on the hillsides
(4) tending their flocks. Young Byron likewise was
enthralled by the sight.
![Text Box: CANTO I - VERSE XV.
Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see
What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!
What fruits of fragrance blush on every tree!
What goodly prospects o’er the hills expand!
But man would mar them with an impious hand:
And when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge
’Gainst those who most transgress his high command,
With treble vengeance will his hot shafts urge
Gaul’s locust host, and earth from fellest foemen purge.
[Treble vengeance = retribution three times as forceful; hot shafts = bolts of lightening; Gaul’s locust host = ubiquitous French conquests; earth from fellest foemen purge = that the world may be rid of the fierce French enemy (fellest, related to felon; foemen = men who are foes)]
CANTO I - VERSE XVI.
What beauties doth Lisboa first unfold!
Her image floating on that noble tide,
Which poets vainly pave with sands of gold,
But now whereon a thousand keels did ride
Of mighty strength, since Albion was allied,
And to the Lusians did her aid afford
A nation swoll’n with ignorance and pride,
Who lick, yet loathe, the hand that waves the sword.
To save them from the wrath of Gaul’s unsparing lord.](lord_byron_in_sintra_files/image010.gif)
Spotting
a foreign land for
the first time in his life – and after four days on the barren
ocean – Byron
was joyous! His vigorous imagination started at once to take flight,
and
everything he saw became is a “delicious” feast for his
ravenous curiosity. The
warm climate, the colorful orchards, the new and rich smells of the
land mixed
with the salt of the ocean (certainly in those days the air was
cleaner). Even
from the middle of the river, Bryon imagines that he sees the oranges
and pears
“blushing” in their bloom on the trees, painting the trees
themselves with the
warm colors of their fruit. But just as Byron’s lively mood rises
with the
beauty of the new sights, he just as easily swings to anger – by
the end of the
verse he’s clenching his teeth in fury, angry at Napoleon who had
led France to
invade much of
Europe, bringing war and upheaval to the countries where his
armies passed, and especially to small
and vulnerable Portugal.[3]
Defending the integrity of the Portuguese who hadn’t provoked the
French
onslaught, he calls the French invaders unchristian and invokes
God’s revenge.
It
was during these first few
days after landing in Lisbon that Byron – always adventurous
– jumped into the
river and swam from Almada (5) to Belem (6) a dangerous two hour feat,
fighting winds and currents that could have swept him out to sea. This
certainly was inspiration for the similar stunt he made a few years
later at
the Hellespont.
Disembarking
in Lisbon harbor,
Byron goes on musing on the beauty of the city glimmering in the
morning light,
but then again reverts to anger at the political situation and how the
Portuguese ought to have been more grateful for the help they received
from the
English Navy (those “thousand keels”) against the French
invaders. But in using
this phrase Byron also tips his hat at the Portuguese sailors and their
thousands of ships that departed Belém on their voyages
of discovery and trade (7), as chronicled in
the great
Portuguese national epic of the Lusiadas
(8).
![Text Box: CANTO I - VERSE XVII.
But whoso entereth within this town,
That, sheening far, celestial seems to be,
Disconsolate will wander up and down,
Mid many things unsightly to strange e’e;
For hut and palace show like filthily;
The dingy denizens are reared in dirt;
No personage of high or mean degree
Doth care for cleanness of surtout or shirt,
Though shent with Egypt’s plague, unkempt, unwashed, unhurt.
[shent with Egypt’s plague = suffering from diseases of Biblical infamy]](lord_byron_in_sintra_files/image015.gif)
Indeed,
the story of the
English involvement in Portugal is a long and fascinating one. Many
spots in
Lisbon reflect the influence of the longtime English colony there,
which
included their own fascinating cemetery
(9). In those days of the early 1800’s, Lisbon
must have been a muddy, filthy
place. Although from the banks of the Tagus the colorful tiles and
painted
walls enchanted Byron, his mind soon changed as he wandered its hilly streets (10) and couldn’t
help
but notice the grime on all buildings and the locals’ clothes. In
those days,
Portugal was no longer the glorious empire that it had once been. By
the
1700’s, its golden age of discoveries had passed, and
Lisbon’s central role for
European trade had been replaced by London and Amsterdam as those
countries
established their own network of colonies. But above all, the sorry and
dirty
state in which he saw the Portuguese was thanks to the roughing up they
suffered during the French invasion which had only ended just the year
before. Portugal indeed suffered greatly (11)
as a pawn in the clash of the great English and French armies on its
territory.
~
~ ~
![Text Box: CANTO I - VERSE XVIII.
Poor, paltry slaves! yet born midst noblest scenes -
Why, Nature, waste thy wonders on such men?
Lo! Cintra’s glorious Eden intervenes
In variegated maze of mount and glen.
Ah me! what hand can pencil guide, or pen,
To follow half on which the eye dilates
Through views more dazzling unto mortal ken
Than those whereof such things the bard relates,
Who to the awe-struck world unlocked Elysium’s gates?
[variegated = varied; ken = relations]](lord_byron_in_sintra_files/image016.gif)
Fed
up with Lisbon’s grime,
Byron escaped to Sintra. His disappointment at the filth underneath the
glimmering city of Lisbon and his rage at the politics of the
Napoleonic wars
disappear when he enters the magical world surrounding the mountain of
Sintra.
Here his wild imagin-ation again took full flight. A glorious Garden of
Eden!
Unmatched beauty of forest and meadow! Marriage of mountain and sea!
He’s once
again awestruck, this time by the hillside forests and gardens
(12).[4]
To him it’s a scene of living poetry: "It is, perhaps in every
respect,
the most delightful in Europe,” he wrote. “Palaces and
gardens rising in the
midst of rocks, cataracts and precipices, convents on stupendous
heights, a distant view (13) of the
sea and the
Tagus." Sintra is where he would spend the remainder of his time in
Portugal, staying at Lawrence's Hotel
(14) in the center of the village. Near here is the town fountain (15), where Byron
certainly stared and admired the
Portuguese people, reflected in the simple and honest folk who came by
at every
hour filling their earthen-ware jugs with water. “The village of
Cintra in
Estramadura is the most beautiful, perhaps in the world. I am very
happy here,”
he said.
Gazing
to the top of the
mountain, Byron first spots the mysterious ruins of the Moorish
Castle (16)[5]
which was built in the 8th century by the Moors shortly
after they
had
conquered
the majority of the
Iberian Peninsula from barbarian tribes. After nearly 700 years of
occupation,
the Moors left a tremendous influence on Spain and Portugal, including
in the
very languages and art of the natives. Though they had fostered
centuries of
harmonious co-habitation between Christians, Moslems and Jews, the
native
tribes pushed for hundreds of years to regain their ancient lands from
the
Moorish foreigners and they ultimately succeed and established the
kingdom of
Portugal.
![Text Box: CANTO I - VERSE XIX.
The horrid crags, by toppling convent crowned,
The cork-trees hoar that clothe the shaggy steep,
The mountain moss by scorching skies imbrowned ,
The sunken glen, whose sunless shrubs must weep,
The tender azure of the unruffled deep,
The orange tints that gild the greenest bough ,
The torrents that from cliff to valley leap,
The vine on high, the willow branch below,
Mixed in one mighty scene, with varied beauty glow.
[imbrowned = brownish in color]](lord_byron_in_sintra_files/image021.gif)
Reflecting
on this colorful
and dramatic history, Byron decides to climb to the top of the mountain
and on
the way loses himself in the dense and moist foliage on the path and in
the
shady glens of crooked cork trees
(17) which hang with moss as though weeping in the
shade. The rich colors
everywhere flood his sight as the trees’ deep green is tinged
with the
sunlight’s orange. In clearings he looks out over the lush
greenery to the
splendor of the smooth ocean on a sunny day, hearing the sounds of a
nearby waterfall (17). Truly the
beauty of
Sintra that Byron paints with his inspired language is a “mighty
scene.” Up the
narrow paths of Sintra’s mountain, Byron works his way to the top
where during
his time there was a poor monastery. The monks there belonged to an
order that
lived like hermits and rejected all worldly comforts, or even any
recognition
of beauty in the world – their only concern was the afterlife of
Heaven for
which they completely renounced the world around them. As a young man
passionate about the world’s mortal beauty, Byron mocks these
monks calling their
miserable life a “hell on earth” for rejecting the natural
beauty surrounding
them. What irony then that the same pitiful monastery would in 30 years
become
what is today the extravagant and spectacular Pena
Palace (18) built by the Portuguese king in
the high
Romantic
style deeply
inspired by the lofty language of Byron’s poetry!

Today,
the mountain of Sintra
is a national park teeming with trails and vista points. Hidden in its
dense forests
are many sights including a notable
convent (2) as well as a mysterious
pagan moon temple (2) on the far western end.
There are also many
enchanting villages nestled around the base of the mountain in addition
to the
town of Sintra itself. From the town’s setting on the steep side
of a lush
green mountain above a dry plain and overlooking the wild and endless
ocean,
there is a magical quality to the geography of the place. Add to that
the mad
mix of styles – gothic palaces, Moorish ruins, extravagant
baroque palaces (19), and romantic forests, mysterious grottos (20) all jumbled
together, and you can understand that Byron could not have chosen a
more
evocative place to ignite his vivid imagination.
![Text Box: CANTO I - VERSES XXII & XXIII.
On sloping mounds, or in the vale beneath,
Are domes where whilom kings did make repair;
But now the wild flowers round them only breathe:
Yet ruined splendour still is lingering there.
And yonder towers the prince’s palace fair:
There thou, too, Vathek! England’s wealthiest son,
Once formed thy Paradise, as not aware
When wanton Wealth her mightiest deeds hath done,
Meek Peace voluptuous lures was ever wont to shun.
[whilom = long ago]
Here didst thou dwell, here schemes of pleasure plan.
Beneath yon mountain’s ever beauteous brow;
But now, as if a thing unblest by man,
Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as thou!
Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow
To halls deserted, portals gaping wide;
Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom, how
Vain are the pleasances on earth supplied;
Swept into wrecks anon by Time’s ungentle tide.](lord_byron_in_sintra_files/image025.gif)
As
he winds his way through
the mountain trails, Byron carries on his fantastic allusions,
poetically
referring to castles as “domes.” Gazing on the Moorish
ruins, he imagines the
ancient Moslem kings (including Vathek,
a fictional Muslim caliph who was made popular in a novel of the time).
Byron’s fantasy is deeply inspired by the ruins which speak to
him powerfully.
Looking at the pile of stones, Byron conjures the grand empire that it
represents, philosophizing that whatever great opulence and wealth
exists, all
of man’s creation and vanity will inevitably fall into oblivion.
As he strolls
through the town lost in his musings and admiring the wonder, he
probably hardly
noticed the old firehouse (21) that
he no doubt passed. But nearly two centuries later it would be
dedicated to an
impressive collection of
toys, certainly a museum that he would have relished!

Now
Byron turns his eye
toward the strange pair of cones in the center of town that are
impossible to
miss. They are in fact the chimneys of
the national palace’s (22). This was the
palace where the Portuguese king
and his court would spend their summers
in Sintra’s cooler climate, served banquets prepared in the
enormous kitchens.
But to Byron, they remind him of schoolboys’ dunce caps which
recall for him
the peace treaty signed by the English and French “chiefs”
in a nearby palace (23) which ended
the
Napoleon’s occupation of Portugal. Once again Byron flies into a
rage against
the warlike French who he accuses of falsely agreeing to peace.
Byron’s
musings on the beauty of Sintra are constantly overtaken by his
indignation at
the political intrigues of the time. As soon as he comments on the
beauty of
the place, he quickly jumps to comment on the tumultuous political
situation.
Perhaps he needed more distraction to escape his grief over the
politics of his
age, for which he certainly would have enjoyed a traditional
Portuguese bullfight (24), which at the time was
a very
popular sport. Now, walking the trails of Sintra’s mountain, he
realizes that perhaps
was the very beauty of the place that prompted his constant
“moralizing” on
politics. He suddenly decides that it’s time to move on.

However
before he leaves Portugal for Spain, he stops briefly by the Convent and Palace of Mafra[6] (25), and reflects on the
excess that it
represents – especially considering how the current political
situation
disgusts him with the authoritarian pomp
and the disingenuousness of the officials whose meddling had only
created
misery for the simple, noble Portuguese.
Thus
end the handful of
verses where Byron describes his short stay in Portugal. What an
astounding
glimpse into his fertile and feverish young mind with its rare talent
for
seeing beauty and appreciating for life. Moreover, his observations are
very
honest, since he wrote those verses without intending to publish them.
It was
only when a friend read them that he persuaded Byron to share this
account of
his trip to Portugal and beyond, when it became a huge success and the
foundation of his career as a poet.
Ultimately,
Portugal – and
especially the magical setting of Sintra – was the perfect place
for Byron
because it inspired his brilliant mind. Those ten short days that he
stayed
there wandering the hills and writing his thoughts inspired the tone
that was
to echo throughout the Childe Harold
poem and the rest of his grand voyage through the Mediterranean.
We’ll conclude
with Byron’s own beautiful words, a gorgeous verse from further
along the Childe Harold story that truly embodies
Byron’s unique and immortal sensibilities as a poet.

1)
Cabo da Roca, Cascais – This is the most western point on
the European
continent (although Ireland has a point further west yet). Even though
it has
the air of a barren and lonely place, it mournfully embodies
Portugal’s
situation on the extreme end of Europe, with its melancholy
contemplation of an
eternity of ocean.
2) Serra
da Sintra – Mount Sintra is an unusual formation on the
Portuguese coast
with a height of 530 meters high and width of 16 km stretching from the
town of
Sintra on its eastern slopes to Cabo da Roca on the west end. Known as
the
Mountain of the Moon to the Romans, they dedicated it to the goddess
Cynthia of
hunting, from which the word Sintra (or Cintra, as Byron spells it) is
derived.
Among the many curiosities in its western expanse is the most mysterious temple of the moon as well
as the celebrated Capucine Convent (Convento
dos Capuchos).
3) The
bend into Lisbon – Most notable about this stretch of the
coast north of
the Tagus and Lisbon harbor are the many forts that were built to
protect
Lisbon from warships that would approach the capital city from the same
direction as Byron did.

4)
Hillsides surrounding the river, south of Lisbon – For an
unusual view of
Lisbon, consider a trip to the town of Seixal (perhaps combined with an
excursion to points south of Lisbon, such as the beach at Caparica).
5) Almada,
south of Lisbon – The opposite coast of Lisbon is the county of
Almada in which
the town of Cacilhas is directly opposite Lisbon. Though of no
particular
interest itself (besides a quaint church and very local flavor),
Cacilhas is a
short ferry ride from Lisbon which offers wonderful views of the Lisbon
waterfront.
6) Belém
– Once a small village to the west of Lisbon, it is now part of
the metropolis
and the home of significant sights including the Tower of
Belém. Finished in 1521 as a defensive position for the
Lisbon harbor, it was designed with the glory of Vasco da Gama’s
recent opening
of India in mind, which accounts for its elaborate decoration. Only a
few
hundred meters away is the famous Monastery
of Jerónimos. Begun in 1502, the monastery is a masterpiece
of Portugal’s
iconic Manueline style (with its extravagantly ornate marine imagery).
Here
you’ll also find the Tomb of Vasco da
Gama, international hero of the Portuguese discoveries. When he
died in
1524, Portugal was nearing the peak of its glory having opened up much
of the
world to trade. Across the way is the Monument to Afonso
de Albuquerque, the great Portuguese viceroy of India who
followed in da Gama’s footsteps in opening India before he died
in 1515.
7) Voyages
of discovery, Lisbon - The
Maritime Museum in Lisbon has the most fascinating rendition of the
glorious
age of Portuguese Empire with its discovery and adventure.
8) Lusíadas, Lisbon – A
copy of the Portuguese
national epic written by Luís de
Camões on all of the heroism of
the great age of Portuguese discoveries can
be seen at the national archives called the Torre do Tombo
in an elegant and amusing neighborhood of Lisbon.
You will also find there an engaging museum of important Portuguese
documents.
9)
English Cemetery – This is a fascinating stop on a walking
tour of Lisbon
where you can read a history of the long English presence in Portugal
writ in
tombstones.
10) Hilly streets of Lisbon – Any wander through
Lisbon’s famous Bairro
Alto will surely evoke what Byron saw first hand 200 years ago –
and much will
recall his vivid description!
11)
Lisbon
City Museum – An account of
as well as vestiges of the French occupation of Portugal are on display
at this
worthwhile historical stop.
12) Sintra’s Gardens – The Palace
of Monserrate has phenomenal gardens that take the best advantage
of
Sintra’s moist and temperate climate.
The Quinta da Regaleira is
also an astonishing mansion with vibrant and very unique gardens.
13) Sintra’s view points – Given its high
perch, Sintra is home to many astonishing views.

14) Lawrence’s Hotel, Sintra
– The very lodgings in which Byron spent his 10 days is still in
business in
the heart of Sintra (Rua Consiglièri Pedroso 38-40, +351 21 910
5500)
15) Fonte da Pipa – A charming fountain with azuleijo
panels, it was
constructed in the 1780’s and is a focal point of the town.

16) Moorish Castle, Sintra – The stunning ruins that
inspired Byron are
just as full of wonder today. Constructed probably in the 800’s
and 900’s by
the Moors who occupied the Iberian Peninsula at the time, it was
controlled by
a series of kings and invaders over the centuries. Its conquest in 1147
by
Portugal’s founding king Afonso Henriques was a major victory in
the reconquest
of Portugal. Beginning in the 1600’s it fell out of use and into
ruins,
although it was restored in mid-nineteenth century.
17) Cork
Trees & Waterfalls – The singular Cork tree is the
country’s national tree (and an important part of the economy)
and can be seen
in all of their crooked splendour throughout the hillside and plains
surrounding Sintra. You will also stumble on many waterfalls throughout
Sintra’s trails.
18) Pena Palace – During Byron’s time this
extravagant castle didn’t
exist. Rather, it was the humble and run-down monastery of Nossa
Senhora das
Dores in which a few dozen monks lived. Then in 1830, it was acquired
by the
Queen’s German husband who promptly hired the same architect who
designed the
fantastical palaces (especially Neuschwanstein) for his German uncle
mad King
Ludwig II of Bavaria.
19) Seteais Palace
– Built in 1789 as the personal residence of the
then Dutch ambassador, it is one of the grandest palacettes in the
area. Its
unique neoclassical arch was erected in honour of Prince John VI and
Princess
Carlota Joaquina, who visited the palace in 1802 (the royal couple can
be
prominently seen in its carvings). Today, Seteais is a hotel and
restaurant.
20) Sintra’s grottos – There are a number of
unmapped caverns and ponds
in the area, often on the side of local roads, but nothing compares to
the
extreme landscaping of the Quinta da
Regaleira.
21) Toy Museum – Established 20 years ago on the
collection of a
dedicated fan, it is one of Portugal’s more curious museums.
22) Royal Palace – Also known as the Palace of the
Vila or the Paço
Real, it was begun in the 14th century. It has served as a summer house
for
Portuguese Kings since then, its design becoming more haphazard as
portions
were added over the centuries. The exterior style is a mixture of
Gothic and
the Manueline with a good deal of Moorish influence. The resulting
interiors
are also remarkable, including some of the oldest and the most valuable
tiles
in Portugal. Within, note especially the gallery above the Palace
chapel where
prince Afonso VI was confined for six years by his brother Pedro II and
where
he eventually died. The myth is that the worn floor is a result of his
constant
pacing up and down. Also be sure not to miss the Sala das
Armas, where the ceiling is emblazoned with the arms of 72
noble families of Portugal.
23) Palace of Queluz, Oeiras – This was actually the
hall in which the
treaty between the English and the French over Portugal was signed. It
is
remarkable for its extravagantly Rococo style, but not necessarily
worth a
detour.
24) Museu
Taurino – Some 5km north of Sintra (the town of
Terrugem),
this museum dedicated to Portuguese bullfighting includes some 8000
artifacts
and is a significant Portuguese collection.
25) Palace at Mafra – This enormous palace and convent
20km north of
Sintra was built in 1729 by King John V as a tribute of thanks that his
wife
bore him a first child. It was a vast undertaking funded principally
with gold
from the prosperous Portuguese colony of Brazil.


[1] The strait connects the Mediterranean Sea with the Black Sea and splits Istanbul in half. It’s only 1km wide, however the currents between the two seas are strong. Most importantly, it symbolizes the narrow divide between Europe and Asia.
[2] In fact, the meaning of “childe” has little to do with children. It is actually an old word referring to one who was being proven for knighthood – thus relatively speaking, a kind of child indeed!
[3] These were the famous Peninsula Wars, part of Napoleon’s rampage of Europe, during which he overran Spain and Portugal. It was only with the intervention of Portugal’s old ally, the English, that Napoleon’s forces were finally defeated by Nelson at Trafalgar. In fact, Portugal didn’t really have a king at the time – just the year before he fled the country by ship to Brazil only hours before the French armies would have captured him in Lisbon. Portugal was truly a country in a poor state at the time Byron visited.
[4] Sintra was long prized by the Portuguese nobility as a lovely refuge from the heat of the city and lowlands.
[5] It may not look exactly as the Moors built it since it was partially restored in the 1800’s to make it look more authentic.
[6] Mafra was built by a Portuguese king in 1730 who in gratitude at his first child’s birth fulfilled his vow to built a glorious convent on the site of the poorest friary in Portugal – Mafra is where he found 12 monks living in a most miserable hut.