Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,<br />And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;<br />Round many western islands have I been<br />Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.<br />Oft of one wide expanse had I been told<br />That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne;<br />Yet never did I breathe its pure serene<br />Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold.<br />Then felt I like some watcher of the skies<br />When a new planet swims into his ken;<br />Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes<br />He star'd at the Pacific - and all his men<br />Look'd at each other with a wild surmise -<br />Silent, upon a peak in Darien. - Keats<br /><br />Prescott’s classic and beautifully written work describes what Cortez and his men went on to do, and how it was that they came to destroy the empire of the Aztecs - Written by hefyd<br /><br />(Note: This project had some missing and duplicate sections. This has been corrected as of July 9, 2010. The affected sections were 12, 13, 27, 28,
