Wow. Just wow. I want!
(Title reference: Here)
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thou express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring'd legend haunt about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
1 comment:
I would buy those... my daughter would want a pair... and all of the females in my big, fat, Greek family would want them.
I liked the urn, too. I have a couple of these.
-- Margaret
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