<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374308" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sonnet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">PURE form, that like some chalice of old time <br>Contain'st the liquid of the poet's thought <br>Within thy curving hollow, gem-enwrought <br>With interwoven traceries of rhyme, <br>While o'er thy brim the bubbling fancies climb, <br>What thing am I, that undismayed have sought <br>To pour my verse with trembling hand untaught <br>Into a shape so small yet so sublime? <br>Because perfection haunts the hearts of men, <br>Because thy sacred chalice gathered up <br>The wine of Petrarch, Shakspere, Shelley -- then <br>Receive these tears of failure as they drop <br>(Sole vintage of my life), since I am fain <br>To pour them in a consecrated cup.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edith+Wharton">Edith Wharton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374308" data-title="The Sonnet de Edith Wharton" data-description="PURE form, that like some chalice of old time Contain'st the liquid of the poet's thought Within thy curving hollow, gem-enwrought With interwoven traceries of rhyme, While o'er thy brim the bubbling fancies climb, What thing am I, that undis..."></div> </div> </div>

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