John Keats Quotes

Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skiews, And all her silken flanks with garlands dressed? What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful c.

- John Keats

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