Ode to a Grecian Urn

  • Ode to a Grecian Urn

  • Poem

    Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,

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  • Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,

  • Sylvan historian, who canst thus express

  • A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:

  • What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape

  • Of deities or mortals, or of both,

  • In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?

  • What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?

  • What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?

  • What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

  • Poem

    Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard

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  • Are sweeter;

  • therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;

  • Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,

  • Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:

  • Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave

  • Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;

  • Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,

  • Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve;