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--
More verses by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- From Vergil's Fourth Georgic
- Sonnet: England In 1819
- Fragment: The Lake's Margin
- Fragment: A Gentle Story Of Two Lovers Young
- Fragment Of The Elegy On The Death Of Bion