What pipes and timbrels, What wild ecstasy?
Its fifth stanza imagines mountains built with peaceful citadel, while previously mentioning for ever piping songs, for ever new. It asks fair youth, beneath the trees, thou cannot leave, and asks What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? / What pipes and timbrels, What wild ecstasy? Using the phrases foster-child of Silence it says Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness. Asserting Beauty is truth, truth beauty, for ten points, name this poem by Keats that praises a Greek artifact.
Its fifth stanza imagines mountains built with peaceful citadel, while previously mentioning for ever piping songs, for ever new.
{Ode on a Grecian Urn} [do not accept Ode to a Grecian Urn, etc.]