Ode on a Grecian Urn
In" Ode on a Grecian Urn", I like the
side with the picture of the woman and the piper better then that of a
team coming to the ultar. Compared to "unvarnished bride of quietness,
foster of silence and slow time, and Sylvan historian", the urn is really
old. Needless to say, the parent of the urn (the one who created the urn)
was died for hundreds or thousands of years. Probably, no one knows exactly
who created the urn, but the urn is still passed from generation to generation.
There are two sodes on the urn. One is the picture that a pair under the
tree; one is a piper, the other is a maid. The piper plays the pipe, and
the girl listens. The speaker said, "Heard melodies are sweet, but unheard
melodies are sweeter." to show that he feels the beautiful voice from the
pipe. It is impossible to hear any voice from the urn, but we can try to
imagine the melodies. Such unheard melody is also some kind of frozen art
forever. The most interesting part is what the speaker said to comfort
the upset piper who can never touch the maid. "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!" It is true that the piper never can get the maid and kiss
he, but he can keep company with her forever and doesn't have to worry
that the maid will disappear. On the other side is a picture of the ancient
people with several processes: starting from the town, heading to the ultar,
arriving the ultar. The speaker seems to be interested in them, so he asked,
"Who are coming to sacrifice?" The speaker described the situation, but
that's not the point. What he is concerned about is the last sentence of
the fourth stanza: not a soul to tell why thou art desolate can e'er return."
We all know it's out of question to get the answer of why the religious
service was held from those on the urn. But the speaker still hopes to
remain that we should pay more attention to the past experience of human
beings. As for "Ozymandias", the old stature is not as spectacular as the
Grecian urn. It is dramatic irony that Ozymandias, king of kings, has nothing
left. (Nothing beside remains) Ozymandias is not like the urn, and it is
not kept well. All Ozymandias has is a shattered visage and the boundless
wreck. Maybe Ozymandias wants to have power, but king of kings cannot possess
the power.
Hedy
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