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ODE ON A GRECIAN URN.

1.

Thou still unravish'd 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-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?⁠10