Ode On A Grecian Urn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFGDH FIFJKLMKML FFFFNFONFO PFQFRSTRSU FFFFVFWFXW

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietnessA
Thou foster child of silence and slow timeB
Sylvan historian who canst thus expressC
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhymeB
What leaf fring'd legend haunts about thy shapeD
Of deities or mortals or of bothE
In Tempe or the dales of ArcadyF
What men or gods are these What maidens lothG
What mad pursuit What struggle to escapeD
What pipes and timbrels What wild ecstasyH
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Heard melodies are sweet but those unheardF
Are sweeter therefore ye soft pipes play onI
Not to the sensual ear but more endear'dF
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no toneJ
Fair youth beneath the trees thou canst not leaveK
Thy song nor ever can those trees be bareL
Bold Lover never never canst thou kissM
Though winning near the goal yet do not grieveK
She cannot fade though thou hast not thy blissM
For ever wilt thou love and she be fairL
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Ah happy happy boughs that cannot shedF
Your leaves nor ever bid the Spring adieuF
And happy melodist unweariedF
For ever piping songs for ever newF
More happy love more happy happy loveN
For ever warm and still to be enjoy'dF
For ever panting and for ever youngO
All breathing human passion far aboveN
That leaves a heart high sorrowful and cloy'dF
A burning forehead and a parching tongueO
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Who are these coming to the sacrificeP
To what green altar O mysterious priestF
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skiesQ
And all her silken flanks with garlands drestF
What little town by river or sea shoreR
Or mountain built with peaceful citadelS
Is emptied of this folk this pious mornT
And little town thy streets for evermoreR
Will silent be and not a soul to tellS
Why thou art desolate can e'er returnU
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O Attic shape Fair attitude with bredeF
Of marble men and maidens overwroughtF
With forest branches and the trodden weedF
Thou silent form dost tease us out of thoughtF
As doth eternity Cold PastoralV
When old age shall this generation wasteF
Thou shalt remain in midst of other woeW
Than ours a friend to man to whom thou say'stF
Beauty is truth truth beauty that is allX
Ye know on earth and all ye need to knowW

John Keats



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