English poem
Fragment: 'Methought I Was A Billow In The Crowd'.
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 by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Fragment: 'Great Spirit'.
- Fragment: 'I Faint, I Perish With My Love!'
- Fragment: 'I Stood upon a Heaven-Cleaving Turret'
- Fragment: 'I Would Not Be A King'.
- Fragment: 'My Head Is Wild With Weeping'
- Fragment: 'My Head Is Wild With Weeping'.
- Fragment: 'Such Hope, As Is the Sick Despair of Good'
- Fragment: 'The Death Knell Is Ringing'.