22 lines
850 B
Plaintext
22 lines
850 B
Plaintext
1837
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SONNET- TO ZANTE
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by Edgar Allan Poe
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Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers,
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Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take!
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How many memories of what radiant hours
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At sight of thee and thine at once awake!
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How many scenes of what departed bliss!
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How many thoughts of what entombed hopes!
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How many visions of a maiden that is
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No more- no more upon thy verdant slopes!
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No more! alas, that magical sad sound
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Transforming all! Thy charms shall please no more-
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Thy memory no more! Accursed ground
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Henceforth I hold thy flower-enameled shore,
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O hyacinthine isle! O purple Zante!
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"Isola d'oro! Fior di Levante!"
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-THE END-
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