[BNP/E3, 49A1 – 42]

8/6/07

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Keats 

Thou hadst such thoughts upon a nightingale

That in a garden {…} did sing

As make my sister spirit fine and quail

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Shelley

What wert thou?

Thou wert a madman that {…}

Is everything said?

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Thou wert a madman {…} ever a Christ

As Troppmann and Caesar Shakespeare Lacenaire.

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Shakespeare

The mystery of th’unconscious thou didst speak

Things which thy brain and †

Yet thy mad fancy upon words did wreak

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As the mad brain that wits thy rot say to thee

The broken heart thou intense lines doth rob.