Grecian Urn Flashcards
Sylvan
Historian
Canst thus express a flowery tale
More sweetly than our rhyme
Leaf
Fring’d legend
Wild
Ecstasy
Heard melodies are sweet
But those unheard are sweeter
Play on not to the sensual ear but
More endear’d pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone
Not ever
Can those trees be bare
She cannot fade though thou hast not thy bliss
For ever wilt thou love and she be fair
Happy happy boughs
That cannot shed your leaves
For ever warm and
Still to be enjoy’d
All breathing human passion far above leaves a heart
High sorrowful and cloy’d a burning forehead and a parching tongue.
Sacrifice… Thy
Streets evermore will silent be
Marble men… Overwrought
With forest branches and the trodden weed
Thou silent form dost tease us
Out of thought as doth eternity: cold pastoral!
Beauty is truth, truth beauty
That is all ye know on earth and all ye need to know
