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
survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand
that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the
pedestal these words appear:
My name
is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on
my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside
remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal
wreck, boundless and bare
The lone
and level sands stretch far away."
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