Or like stout Cortez (11)
Not fat Cortez, brave Cortez! Keats saw poets as bold, powerful figures, just like Spanish conquistadors.
Silent, upon a peak in Darien. (14)
Here Keats imagines himself at the mountain top, quietly contemplating the Big Mysteries of life. His men? Oh, they're down the hill a bit, not up in the rarified air that he's enjoying right now. Do you think that this ambitious fantasy is more about Keats' love of poetry, or could it be something more selfish and ego-driven?