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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!".

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