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 did I never 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.
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Poet
John Keats
1795–1821
POET’S REGION
England
SCHOOL / PERIOD
Romantic
Subjects
Seas, Rivers, & Streams,
Activities,
Nature,
Arts & Sciences,
Reading & Books,
Travels & Journeys,
Poetry & Poets
Poetic Terms
Sonnet,
Imagery,
Allusion