Methought I was a billow in the crowd Of common men, that stream without a shore, That ocean which at once is deaf and loud; That I, a man, stood amid many more By a wayside..., which the aspect bore Of some imperial metropolis, Where mighty shapes—pyramid, dome, and tower-- Gleamed like a pile of crags--SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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