TopicOde on a Grecian Urn

byJohn Keats

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presentation

Presented by: Emamul Haque

ID: 130120022

Green University of Bangladesh

Submitted to:Ms. Syeda Sanjida Islam Associate Professor Department of English Green University of Bangladesh Submitted by:

Emamul Haque ID: 130120022

5th Semester Department of

English

John Keats

John Keats was an English Romantic poet

He was born on 31 October 1795 in Moorgate, London

His father name was Thomas Keats and his mother name was Frances Jennings.

He died on February 23, 1821.

ODE ON A GRECIAN URN

first stanzao Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,o Thou foster-child of silence and slow

time,o Sylvan historian, who canst thus

expresso A flowery tale more sweetly than our

rhyme:o What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about

thy shapeOf deities or mortals, or of both,

o In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?o What men or gods are these? What

maidens loth?o What mad pursuit? What struggle to

escape?o What pipes and timbrels? What wild

ecstasy?

Image of first stanza

The speaker stands before an ancient Grecian urn and addresses it.

Preoccupied with its depiction of pictures frozen in time.

He also describes the urn as a “historian” that can tell a story.

He wonders about the figures on the side of the urn.

ODE ON A GRECIAN URN

Second stanzao Heard melodies are sweet, but those

unheardo Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes,

play on;o Not to the sensual ear, but, more

endear'd,o Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:

o Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave

o Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;

o Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,o Though winning near the goal yet, do not

grieve;o She cannot fade, though thou hast not

thy bliss,o For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

Image of Second stanza

the speaker looks at another picture on the urn, this time of a young man playing a pipe.

lying with his lover beneath a glade of trees.

The speaker says that the piper’s “unheard” melodies are sweeter than mortal melodies.

He tells the youth that, though he can never kiss his lover because he is frozen in time.

ODE ON A GRECIAN URN

Third stanzao Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot

shedo Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring

adieu;o And, happy melodist, unwearied,

o For ever piping songs for ever new;o More happy love! more happy, happy

love!o For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,o For ever panting, and for ever young;o All breathing human passion far above,o That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and

cloy'd,o A burning forehead, and a parching

tongue.

Image of Third stanza Looks at the trees surrounding the lovers and feels happy that they will never shed their leaves.

He is happy for the piper because his songs will be “for ever new”.

Happy that the love of the boy and the girl will last forever, unlike mortal love

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