Then to the Lip of this poor earthen Urn
I lean'd, the secret Well of Life to learn:
And Lip to Lip it murmur'd -- While you live,
Drink!
Then to the Lip of this poor earthen Urn
I lean'd, the secret Well of Life to learn:
And Lip to Lip it murmur'd -- While you live,
Drink!
To this urn let those repair
That are either true or fair;
For these dead birds sigh a prayer.
Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And, while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful ev
If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate: The "Ode on a Grecian Urn" is worth any number of old ladies.
Not without a shudder may the human hand reach into the mysterious urn of destiny.
When one that holds communion with the skies Has fill'd his urn where these pure waters rise, And once more mingles with us meaner things, 'T is e'en as if an angel shook his wings.
Oh, cease Must hate and death return Cease Must men kill and die Cease Drain not to its dregs the urn of bitter prophecy. The world is weary of the past, Oh, might it die or rest at last.
I've waited 18 years to say this, but England are about to retain the little urn.
Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death.
It blew my mind, ... There were two girls who acted out the poster of the movie. They had a little red sofa by the side of the road. One was dressed up in a black suit like Orlando with a black wig and an urn. And the other was Kirsten with the champagne glass and her legs crossed it was so sweet. I was truly in shock.
But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn Oh when shall it dawn on the night of the grave.
There was a big urn in the billiard room and it was black, but I wondered if it was brass.
And alien tears will fill for him Pity's long-broken urn, For his mourners will be outcast men, And outcasts always mourn.
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair Lean on a garden urn Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
Obviously someone had the key to take out the urn and put in the potato chip can. One would think there would be checks and balances, but there was an apparent systems failure.
Oh, tenderly the haughty day Fills his blue urn with fire.
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