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From John Keats’ Ode to a
Grecian Urn (the stanza concerning this marble): “Who are these coming to the
sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious
priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her
silken flanks with garlands drest? What little town by river or
sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of
its folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for
evermore Will silent be; and not a soul, to
tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.”
Keats: 1795-1821
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