Author: Poe, Edgar Allen
Title: Sonnet - To Zante
Publisher: Eris Etext Project
Tag(s): literature; allen; verdant; visions; edgar; zante; slopes; maiden; isle; sonnet; poe; american; american literature
Contributor(s): Eric Lease Morgan (Infomotions, Inc.)
Versions: original; local mirror; HTML (this file); printable
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Rights: GNU General Public License
Size: 110 words (really short) Grade range: 6-8 (grade school) Readability score: 71 (easy)
Identifier: poe-sonnet-661
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1837 SONNET- TO ZANTE by Edgar Allan Poe 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 Henceforth I hold thy flower-enameled shore, O hyacinthine isle! O purple Zante! "Isola d'oro! Fior di Levante!" -THE END- .