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I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: " |
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Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . |
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Near them, on the sand, |
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Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, |
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whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, |
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Tell that its sculptor well those passions read |
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Which yet survive, |
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stamped on these lifeless things, |
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The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: |
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And on the pedestal these words appear: |
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'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: |
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Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' |
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Nothing beside remains. Round the decay |
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Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare |
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The lone and level sands stretch far away." |
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