Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
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ONE: In other words, beauty is all we need in order to discover truth, and truth is itself beautiful. This is all we, are mere mortals, know, but it's all we need to know:
The thrice time it is chosen as The Classic Poem Of The Day! Top Marks again
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5 Stars TOP Score for this greatest poet and greatest poem.
Congrats to the family of the late famous great Poet John Keats, my most favourite poet who died in poor circumstances at such a very young age 26 years ols,26 years young. I become saddest again about this
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy? A reader needs to dive deep into the rivulet ot this expression to extract elexir to change his mind.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on....these two lines are my favorite lines.
Heard melodies are sweet But unheard melodies are sweeter! !
My student presented this poem in paint on a clay urn in the English workshop at nalanda, Vijayawada. That is the greatest trybute and crown to me. I fly worthy of my teaching post. His name is, I remember, Sai, CBSE,2005, probably.
I just read these verse and read.Amazing totally amazing
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter. A herd of sweeter melodies were to dart from him, but destiny decided otherwise
O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, .... Beauty is truth, truth beauty, - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
This poem is descent but i can do a way better poem than this. Like 10x better than this.
Such a beautiful work by John Keats, he had merged life into the dead Grecian Urn, when you read it feels like you're experiencing the very sense of being into the time. Awesome poet! !
TWO: we shouldn't impatiently go in pursuit of answers which we don't need to have. Implied in these last lines of Keats's poem is the suggestion that we shouldn't attempt to find concrete answers to everything; sometimes the mystery is enough.