ODE ON A GRECIAN URN

By John Keats

Thou still unravished bride of quietness,

Thou foster child of silence and slow time,

Sylvan historian, who canst thus express

A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:

What leaf-fringed 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 loath?

What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?

What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard

Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;

Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared,

Pipe to the spirit dities 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;

She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss

Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed

Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;

And, happy melodist, unweari-ed,

Forever piping songs forever new;

More happy love! more happy, happy love!

Forever warm and still to be enjoyed,

Forever panting, and forever young;

All breathing human passion far above,

That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed,

A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.

Who are these coming to the sacrifice?

To what green altar, O mysterious priest,

Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,

And all her silken flanks with garlands dressed?

What little town by river or sea shore,

Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,

Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?

And, little town, thy streets for evermore

Will silent be; and not a soul to tell

Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.

O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede

Of marble men and maidens overwrought,

With forest branches and the trodden weed;

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought

As doth eternity. Cold Pastoral!

When old age shall this generation waste,

Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe

Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty"---that is all

Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

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* Reylari Socrates, Oct 16, 2004 - 09:33

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Indeed, Alerissa (* Kallistos Alexandros, Jan 25, 2005 - 23:01 )
Very cool vase Alirissa... (* Reylari Socrates, Jan 25, 2005 - 22:22 )
How to make a Greek vase (* Alerissa Nestor, Jan 25, 2005 - 17:47 )
Helios Vase (* Artemis Pericles, Dec 5, 2004 - 08:26 )
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Thanks To Tanaquil Sergius (* Kallistos Alexandros, Oct 19, 2004 - 18:19 )
Image (* Kallistos Alexandros, Oct 18, 2004 - 08:30 )
My Lekythos (* Kallistos Alexandros, Oct 17, 2004 - 12:11 )
I See (* Kallistos Alexandros, Oct 17, 2004 - 08:42 )
Difference in style... (* Reylari Socrates, Oct 17, 2004 - 05:19 )
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There Are (* Kallistos Alexandros, Oct 16, 2004 - 23:37 )
AreYou Certain You Wish To Call This Trivia? (* Kallistos Alexandros, Oct 16, 2004 - 23:24 )
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