Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)

The Sonnet

Alone it stands in Poesy’s fair land,
   A temple by the muses set apart;
   A perfect structure of consummate art,
By artists builded and by genius planned,
Beyond the reach of the apprentice hand,
   Beyond the ken of the untutored heart,
   Like a fine carving in a common mart,
Only the favoured few will understand.
A chef-d’Е“vre toiled over with great care,
   Yet which the unseeing careless crowd goes by,
A plainly set, but well-cut solitaire,
An ancient bit of pottery, too rare
   To please or hold aught save the special eye,
These only with the sonnet can compare.

1. Conquest
2. The Birth of the Opal
3. The Plow of God
4. East and West
5. The Barbarous Chief

Richard Gilder (Ричард Гилдер) The Sonnet ("WHAT is a sonnet? 'T is the pearly shell")

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