Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology

Mapping Keats’s Progress
A Critical Chronology

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References to this poem

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,
Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone,
Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, and lang’rous waist!
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,
Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,
Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,
Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise —
Vanish’d unseasonably at shut of eve,
When the dusk holiday — or holinight —
Of fragrant-curtain’d Love begins to weave
The woof of darkness, thick, for hid delight;
But, as I’ve read Love’s missal through to-day,
He’ll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.

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Keats, John. “The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone.” Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology, by G. Kim Blank. Edition 3.9 , University of Victoria, 8 April 2021. https://johnkeats.uvic.ca/poem_the_day_is_gone_and_all.html.

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John Keats, “The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone,” Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology, Edition 3.9 , last modified 8th April 2021. https://johnkeats.uvic.ca/poem_the_day_is_gone_and_all.html.

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Keats, John. “The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone.” Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology, Edition 3.9 , last modified 8th April 2021. https://johnkeats.uvic.ca/poem_the_day_is_gone_and_all.html.