The Noble Savages Alihan Guesthouse, Selcuk - September 22nd, Evening "It is an isle under Ionian skies, Beautiful as a wreck of Paradise, And - for the harbours are not safe and good - This land would have remained a solitude But for some pastoral people native there, Who from the Elysian, clear, and golden air Draw the last spirit of the age of gold, Simple and spirited; innocent and bold." (from Shelley's Epipsychidion) It is terribly easy for a young Romantic to see the Ionians as noble pioneers, flawless in character and - for form follows character - flawless in appearance, a generation of oily Apollos calling forth poetry into the wilderness with every breath. It is terribly easily forgotten that Ionians would have stood - rather sheepishly, I imagine - against the three hundred
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