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| − | ''' | + | "'''On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer'''" is a poem written by [[John Keats]], first published in 1816. It is in the form of an [[Italian Sonnet]]. In the poem, Keats makes the mistake of claiming that it was [[Cortez]] who discovered the [[Pacific]], when it was really [[Vasco Núñez de Balboa]]. |
| − | On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer | + | <big>On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer |
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, | Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, | ||
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; | And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; | ||
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Look'd at each other with a wild surmise - | Look'd at each other with a wild surmise - | ||
Silent, upon a peak in Darien. | Silent, upon a peak in Darien. | ||
| − | -- John Keats | + | -- John Keats</big> |
| − | [[Category: | + | [[Category:Poems]] |
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Latest revision as of 00:12, September 15, 2018
"On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer" is a poem written by John Keats, first published in 1816. It is in the form of an Italian Sonnet. In the poem, Keats makes the mistake of claiming that it was Cortez who discovered the Pacific, when it was really Vasco Núñez de Balboa.
On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet never did I breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold. Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes He star'd at the Pacific - and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise - Silent, upon a peak in Darien. -- John Keats