E 314L Study Guide - Quiz Guide: Cattle, Shattered Visage, Outlast
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A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: ode on a grecian urn by john keats. 4: what leaf-fring"d legend haunts about thy shape. Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear"d, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave. Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; 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! Your leaves, nor ever bid the spring adieu; 24: more happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy"d, Lead"st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, 35: what little town by river or sea shore, Will silent be; and not a soul to tell. 43: with forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought.
