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Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth Eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty, -- that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. -John Keats, Ode on a Grecian Urn, 1819 |