StoryTitle("caps", "On First Looking into Chapman's \"Homer\"") ?> First Looking Into Chapman's 'Homer,'" by John Keats (1795-1821). The last four lines of this sonnet form the most tremendous climax in literature. The picture is as vivid as if done with a brush. Every great book, every great poem is a new world, an undiscovered country. Every learned person is a whole territory, a universe of new thought. Every one who does anything with a heart for it, every specialist every one, however simple, who is strenuous and genuine, is a "new discovery." Let us give credit to the smallest planet that is true to its own orbit.
PoemStart() ?> PoemLine("L0", "", "Much have I travelled in the realms of gold,", "") ?> PoemLine("L0", "", "And many goodly states and kingdoms seen", "") ?> PoemLine("L0", "", "Round many western islands have I been", "") ?> PoemLine("L0", "", "Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.", "") ?>