“The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast.”

— John Keats

Sonnet, The Day is gone; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

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English Romantic poet 1795–1821

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