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SONNET: TO FANNY by JOHN KEATS

Poet Analysis

First Line: I CRY YOUR MERCY, PITY, LOVE -- AYE LOVE!
Last Line: LOSING ITS GUST, AND MY AMBITION BLIND!
Subject(s): BRAWNE, FANNY; DESIRE; LOVE;

I CRY your mercy--pity--love!--aye, love!
Merciful love that tantalizes not,
One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love,
Unmask'd, and being seen--without a blot!
O! let me have thee whole,--all--all--be mine!
That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest
Of love, your kiss,--those hands, those eyes divine,
That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breast,--
Yourself--your soul--in pity give me all,
Withhold no atom's atom or I die,
Or living on perhaps, your wretched thrall,
Forget, in the mist of idle misery,
Life's purposes,--the palate of my mind
Losing its gust, and my ambition blind!



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