Ode on a Grecian Urn

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of ______ and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
______ flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring'd ______ haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or ______ both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What ______ or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What ______ ecstasy?

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the ______ ear, but, more endear'd,
Pipe to the spirit ditties ______ no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst ______ leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning ______ the goal yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, ______ thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that ______ shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever ______ and still to be enjoy'd,
For ever panting, and ______ ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That ______ a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd,
A burning forehead, and ______ parching tongue.

Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
______ what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead'st thou that ______ lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks ______ garlands drest?
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 ______
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
______ thou art desolate, can e'er return.

O Attic shape! ______ attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
______ forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, ______ 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 ______ man, to whom thou say'st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty, - ”that is all
Ye know on earth, and ______ ye need to know."

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