Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Keats’ Ode to a Grecian Urn: Faces of Mykonos, Greece

“Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time.” -Keats
“What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both.” -Keats
“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweater; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on.” -Keats
“Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave.” -Keats
“Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss.” -Keats
“She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!” -Keats
"Ah, happy, happy boughs! That cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu.” -Keats
“For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above.” -Keats

“And little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be.” -Keats

“Beauty is truth, truth beauty, -that is all.” -Keats

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