Lord Byron speaks of it in the "Giaour": "The rose o'er crag or vale, Sultana of the nightingale, The maid for whom his melody, His thousand songs are heard on high, Blooms blushing to her lover's tale, His queen, the garden queen, his rose, Unbent by winds, unchilled by snows.

Put the currants and sultanas in a basin, just barely cover them with water, cover them with a plate, and put into a warm ovenuntil they have fully swollen, when the water should be all absorbed.

I got up my orientalism from books, and sultans and sultanas at masquerades,' he added, archly.

It has been called Sultana from its delicate qualities and unique growth: the finest are those of Smyrna.

He soon became the object of universal detestation, and was poignarded by his Sultana on the day of marriage.

In leaving Venice for Ravenna, Byron passed from the society of gondoliers and successive sultanas to a comparatively domestic life, with a mistress who at least endeavoured to stimulate some of his higher aspirations, and smiled upon his wearing the sword along with the lyre.