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Слушать(AI)Villanelle
A dainty thing's the Villanelle.
Sly, musical, a jewel in rhyme,
It serves its purpose passing well.
A doublc-clappered silver
That must be made to clink in chime,
A dainty thing's the Villanelle;
And if you wish to flute a spell,
Or ask a meeting 'neath the lime,
It serves its purpose passing well.
You must not ask of it the swell Of organs grandiose and sublime-A dainty thing's the Villanelle;
And, filled with sweetness, as a
Is filled with sound, and launched in time,
It serves its purpose passing well.
Still fair to see and good to
As in the quaintness of its prime,
A dainty thing's the Villanelle,
It serves its purpose passing well.
A villanelle is a French verse form with 5 tercets and quatrain.
The second line in each stanza rhymes.
William Ernest Henley
William Ernest Henley (23 August 1849 – 11 July 1903) was an English poet, writer, critic and editor in late Victorian England. Though he wrote
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