| Quote #1
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
The speaker thinks highly of the urn’s skills as a historian and storyteller and compares them favorably with his own. But we have no basis on which to judge, because we only hear about the urn through the poem. Wisdom never seems to come directly from the source. The wisdom of the Ancient Greeks is filtered through a piece of marble and then through the poet’s verses.
| Quote #2
What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape
The poem isn’t just a description or praise of the urn. It also charts the speaker’s progress as he tries to figure out what’s going on. He arrives at knowledge by asking a lot of questions, and these questions serve a rhetorical purpose. They let use know what he’s looking at – in this case, a chase scene with "men or gods" and beautiful maidens. But, as these questions show, the speaker’s knowledge is imperfect. He could be misinterpreting the urn.
| Quote #3
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Could music be the highest form of truth? The speaker believes that truth and beauty are the same thing, and beauty seems to change from moment to moment, like a song. The speaker thinks that music is the most intense and immediate art form. Literature connects with the emotions and the intellect, while music plugs directly into emotions. Poetry is generally considered more "musical" than sculpture, but the speaker claims to hear "melodies" emanating from the urn. That is, silent melodies. Does this paradox make sense, or does the emperor have no clothes?