John Auldjo, Journal of a Visit to Constantinople and Some of the Greek Islands in the Spring and Summer of 1833
“ In this still hour, as we stood upon their ruins, and extended our view over the boundless prospect of249 sea and land,—the one calm and tranquil as a sleeping child; the other, like an old but vigorous man, marked and furrowed by the devastating hand of time,—how impressive was the scene! Can I ever lose the recollection of that moment? No. Girgenti,— "My eye hath play'd the painter, and hath steeled Thy beauty's form in table of my heart!" ”
