Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;Round many western islands have I beenWhich bards in fealty to Apollo hold.Oft of one wide expanse had I been toldThat deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne;Yet never did I breathe its pure sereneTill I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold.Then felt I like some watcher of the skiesWhen a new planet swims into his ken;Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyesHe star'd at the Pacific - and all his menLook'd at each other with a wild surmise -Silent, upon a peak in Darien. - KeatsPrescott’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(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, 33, & 34.)