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.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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