Fragment: 'Methought I Was a Billow in the Crowd'
Methought I was a billow in the crowdOf common men, that stream without a shore,That ocean which at once is deaf and loud;That I, a man, stood amid many moreBy a wayside..., which the aspect boreOf some imperial metropolis,Where mighty shapes--pyramid, dome, and tower--Gleamed like a pile of crags--
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