Ozymandias
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- I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said-
- Two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert....
- Near them, on the sand, half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, and wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
- Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survived, stamped on these lifeless things.
- The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
- My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
- Nothing beside remains. Round the decayOf that colossal Wreck, boundless and bareThe lone and level sands stretch far away.”
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