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 -
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