Instructions
Read the first two stanzas of the poem and click on the highlights for definitions of the more difficult words before discussing the prompts.
Ode on a Grecian Urn
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time,
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 or the dales of
What men or gods are these? What maidens
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and 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 endear’d
Pipe to the spirit Look at 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,
For ever wilt thou love and she be fair.
John Keats