| MUCH have I travell'd in the realms of
gold, |
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| And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; |
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| Round many western islands have I been |
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| Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. |
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| Oft of one wide expanse had I been told |
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| That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne: |
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| Yet did I never breathe its pure serene |
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| Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: |
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| Then felt I like some watcher of the skies |
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| When a new planet swims into his ken; |
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| Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes |
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| He stared at the Pacific—and all his men |
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| Look'd at each other with a wild surmise— |
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| Silent, upon a peak in Darien. |
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