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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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