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JOHN KEATS

ON FIRST LOOKING INTO

CHAPMAN'S HOMER

[Written 1815]

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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LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN

[Publ. 1820]

SOULS of Poets dead and gone,
What Elysium have ye known,
Happy field or mossy cavern,

Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?
Have ye tippled drink more fine
Than mine host's Canary wine?
Or are fruits of Paradise
Sweeter than those dainty pies
Of venison? O generous food!
Drest as though bold Robin Hood
Would, with his maid Marian,
Sup and bowse from horn and can.

I have heard that on a day
Mine host's sign-board flew away,
Nobody knew whither, till
An astrologer's old quill

To a sheepskin gave the story,
Said he saw you in your glory,

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