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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507745" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Chimaeras. Old Recipts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507745" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THE old Chimaeras, old receipts<br>For making "happy land,"<br>The old political beliefs<br>Swam close before my hand.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507745" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The grand old communistic myths<br>In a middle state of grace,<br>Quite dead, but not yet gone to Hell,<br>And walking for a space,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507745" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Quite dead, and looking it, and yet<br>All eagerness to show<br>The Social-Contract forgeries<br>By Chatterton - Rousseau -</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507745" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A hundred such as these I tried,<br>And hundreds after that,<br>I fitted Social Theories<br>As one would fit a hat!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507745" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Full many a marsh-fire lured me on,<br>I reached at many a star,<br>I reached and grasped them and behold -<br>The stump of a cigar!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507745" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">All through the sultry sweltering day<br>The sweat ran down my brow,<br>The still plains heard my distant strokes<br>That have been silenced now.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507745" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This way and that, now up, now down,<br>I hailed full many a blow.<br>Alas! beneath my weary arm<br>The thicket seemed to grow.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507745" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I take the lesson, wipe my brow<br>And throw my axe aside,<br>And, sorely wearied, I go home<br>In the tranquil eventide.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507745" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And soon the rising moon, that lights<br>The eve of my defeat,<br>Shall see me sitting as of yore<br>By my old master's feet.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+Louis+Stevenson">Robert Louis Stevenson</a></strong></div>

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