Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology

Mapping Keats’s Progress
A Critical Chronology

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References to this poem

This mortal body of a thousand days

This mortal body of a thousand days
Now fills, O Burns, a space in thine own room,
Where thou didst dream alone on budded bays,
Happy and thoughtless of thy day of doom!
My pulse is warm with thine old barley-bree,
My head is light with pledging a great soul,
My eyes are wandering, and I cannot see,
Fancy is dead and drunken at its goal;
Yet can I stamp my foot upon thy floor,
Yet can I ope thy window-sash to find
The meadow thou hast tramped o’er and o’er, —
Yet can I think of thee till thought is blind, —
Yet can I gulp a bumper to thy name, —
O smile among the shades, for this is fame!

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MLA Style: Works Cited

Keats, John. “This mortal body of a thousand days.” Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology, by G. Kim Blank. Edition 3.10.1 , University of Victoria, 5 July 2021. https://johnkeats.uvic.ca/poem_this_mortal_body_of_a_thousand.html.

Chicago Style: Note

John Keats, “This mortal body of a thousand days,” Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology, Edition 3.10.1 , last modified 5th July 2021. https://johnkeats.uvic.ca/poem_this_mortal_body_of_a_thousand.html.

Chicago Style: Bibliography

Keats, John. “This mortal body of a thousand days.” Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology, Edition 3.10.1 , last modified 5th July 2021. https://johnkeats.uvic.ca/poem_this_mortal_body_of_a_thousand.html.