Here's a "New World" response to Homer, well sort of!
Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
John Keats. 1795–1821
634. On first looking into Chapman's Homer
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 5 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; 10 Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific—and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise— Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
I've been to a spot near there, and the guy I was with started quoting this poem as we "stared at the Pacific". I chimed in as best I could.
PC,
Thanks for lifting the IQ/cultural level of the Internet (and this includes the Beer posts . . . but then my PhD dissertation was about Beer and Shakespeare!).
If I ever make it to The Antipodes, we definitely need to hoist a pint or however many.
BTW, that's The Pacific behind me at Pescadero State Beach in Northern California back when I was deeply thinking about Shakespeare, the Dutch and Kentish hops.
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Is this the same Aristobabble guy you were talking about the other day? Crikey. What a boring looking guy.
And the bust of Homer looks nothing like Homer. Homer has only three hairs, no beard, and his head is much more yellow.
This is what happens when you post high-falutin' crap like that on the interweb, PC. People will mock you and ridicule you.
Your name is wisely chosen IP.
If this is humour, IP, may I recommend some lessons?
I am sure Insolent thinks we have been talking about Aristotle Onassis...(!)
Here's a "New World" response to Homer, well sort of!
Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
John Keats. 1795–1821
634. On first looking into Chapman's Homer
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 5
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; 10
Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes
He stared at the Pacific—and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise—
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
I've been to a spot near there, and the guy I was with started quoting this poem as we "stared at the Pacific". I chimed in as best I could.
PC,
Thanks for lifting the IQ/cultural level of the Internet (and this includes the Beer posts . . . but then my PhD dissertation was about Beer and Shakespeare!).
If I ever make it to The Antipodes, we definitely need to hoist a pint or however many.
BTW, that's The Pacific behind me at Pescadero State Beach in Northern California back when I was deeply thinking about Shakespeare, the Dutch and Kentish hops.
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