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Sonnet- To Zante

Rating: 3.4
Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers,
Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take!
How many memories of what radiant hours
At sight of thee and thine at once awake!
How many scenes of what departed bliss!
How many thoughts of what entombed hopes!
How many visions of a maiden that is
No more- no more upon thy verdant slopes!
No more! alas, that magical sad sound
Transforming all! Thy charms shall please no more-
Thy memory no more! Accursed ground
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Dr Antony Theodore 23 September 2020
How many thoughts of what entombed hopes! How many visions of a maiden that is No more- no more upon thy verdant slopes! No more! alas, that magical sad sound
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Mizzy ........ 23 September 2016
A delightful read! Great writing.
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* Sunprincess * 01 September 2015
.....stunning work and so exquisitely done ?
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