（节选） 济慈
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Heard melodies are sweet,but those unheard
Are sweeter;therefore,ye soft pipes,
play on;
Not to sensual ear, but ,more
endear'd,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone;
Fair youth,beneath the trees,thou
canst not leave
Thy song ,nor ever can those trees,thou
canst not leave
Thy song ,nor ever can those trees be
bare;
Bold Lover,never,never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal--yet,do not
grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy
bliss,
For ever wilt thou love,and she be fair!
O Attic sharp! Fair attitude! with
bread
Of marble men and maidens
overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden
weed;
Thou,silent form,dost tease us out of
thought
As doth eternity:Cold Pastora!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain ,in midest 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.