СтихиJohn Keats
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
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;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star'd at the Pacific—and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise—
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
(на первый английский перевод Гомера)
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Кулстори: в Средние века с переводами Гомера всё было плохо, но легенду о Трое знали по разным другим источником. И некий Benoît de Sainte-Maure бодро написал "Роман о Трое" в лучших традициях рыцарского романа аж на 30 тыщ стихов! (для сравнения: в "Илиаде" 15 с чем-то тысяч). К нему есть иллюстрации и они прекрасны