Ode on a Grecian Urn  14444

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    Thou still unravished 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-fringed 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?
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